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Rusty wrote: "I hate:Jaywalking retards who slowly and casually strut across the street.
Especially the young "punks" who look at you like, "WHAT?! I'm walking here! What are you gonna do about it." My usual response is to roll the window down and yell profanities. Mostly laced with "Get the fuck out of the road; you fucking dumb ass!" Then watching my back to see if they are chasing after me. I will use my car as a weapon if need be.
Chiggers.
Been there...no more Strawberry picking for this guy!
Rusty wrote: "Obliviots who leave their shit on my desk and walk off. If you came back looking for it; it's in the trash. "That's been happening to me quite a lot. I think I like your solution. I just need to strategically place the trash can near the desk, and I'll be all set. Keep on leaving your stuff then!
I'm here to help you, Kasia. I'm a problem solver.
Do people come to "visit" you a lot at your desk, Rusty and Kasia? I get a lot of that but they don't leave actual tangible crap behind.
People visit my desk a lot but only leave me bitter and angry.
The summer i took the wilderness survival merit badge class* at boy scout camp, we had to build a shelter and spend the night in it. One guy proceded to gather together all the pine straw he could into a big heap, then made himself a nice little hut from it, complete with nice cushy pine straw cushion to sleep on. Next morning he was absolutely eaten alive with chiggers. *It wasn't much of a class. Taught by a 16 year old kid, and the other highlight of the class was starting a fire with a 12 volt battery and steel wool. Which is something everyone would have handy in a wilderness survial situation.
I too earned the "wilderness survival" merit badge. Hiked into the woods, built a lean-to, attempted to build a fire, etc. Unfortunately it rained and rained. No such fire and our lean-to acted as a Chinese water torture device. Every spot you found to sleep in had a constant drip of water that pounded you in the forehead all night. That and the spiders...I didn't sleep all night. Luckily our wilderness survival only lasted over night or I would have killed myself.
Do people come to "visit" you a lot at your desk, Rusty and Kasia?People generally come to my desk in order to drop off mounds of paperwork, get my signature, or ask non-sensical questions. But there are a couple people in my area who like to shoot the shit with whomever walks by. So while I'm busily working (cruising GR), talkie 1 and talkie 2 are chatting away. Blah, blah, blah. Talkie 2 sets down whatever he had in his hand. Blah, blah, blah. Talkie 2 eventually wanders off. Rusty places abandoned item in trash.
People generally come to my desk in order to ask me a question. In most cases they leave muttering something like "I knew you couldn't help."
I need to figure out how to get that reaction, Gorg.
OMG I got the wilderness survival merit badge too. But I'm trying hard to erase that from my memory. Thanks guys for bringing it up.
Gretchen wrote: "Do people come to "visit" you a lot at your desk, Rusty and Kasia? I get a lot of that but they don't leave actual tangible crap behind."My desk is huge and I keep it clean. There's nothing on it but monitor, keyboard and a cup of whatever I'm drinking at the moment. And so there's this big clean space, apparently good for dumping whatever is in one's hands at the moment. Notepads, pens, cellphones, used tissues, paper cups, paper clips, half empty champagne bottles.... You get the idea.
Something else I hate - people who sexually assault me. Like the woman on the train, who was so anxious to get three inches closer to the door, that she all but dry humped me.
I think I can predict what Fonoso will say but I'm anxious to hear it anyway.
Jaywalking retards who slowly and casually strut across the street.
Chiggers. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiggers
Obliviots who leave their shit on my desk and walk off. If you came back looking for it; it's in the trash.
Sadsacks who tell everyone who'll listen their hardluck story. Everybody has awful shit going on. That does not excuse ineptitude or merit you special treatment.