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"[W]hether the grumbling is about Republicans on Fox or bloggers in pajamas, there's a word for what the president and his aides are doing. That word is "whining." And nothing [...] does more damage to Obama's credibility or authority than the sense that a popular president is becoming the whiner-in-chief."
- John Nichols, Nation Magazine - 10/12/09
Pet peeves (Thursday/Friday open thread)
I need to take a break from the “issues” for the rest of the night, and instead wanted to start a thread where we could rant about non-political stuff, like pet peeves. I know you’ve got a few. Here are some of mine:
— Someone chewing bubble gum with their mouth open: Recently at my work, a gal came in to fill out an application and while I was in the middle of getting her a pen and a clipboard to use, I could hear her smacking her gum. You know the sound. It is unbelieveably annoying. I remember hearing it a lot when I was in high school and to a certain extent college, but people are supposed to grow up beyond that point and now how to chew gum properly, but there people who try to make themselves exceptions, obviously …
— On a similar note, listening to people eat corn on the cob: Ok, I know that’s a little weird, but you can’t help hearing the way people eat when you sit with them, and there really is no graceful way to eat corn on the cob, unless you do what I do – cut the corn off the cob. I mainly do that because I’ve been too paranoid since I had my braces taken off my teeth when I was in high school to eat unsliced apples and corn because I was worried about my teeth going back in the direction I didn’t want them to (yes, I know this is a bit of trivia you’d probably rather not know about your blogstress). In any event, since there really is no ‘quiet’ way of eating corn outside of the one I mentioned – and I know most people don’t do what I do – you can’t really say something to someone about how they eat corn. Nevertheless, it drives me nuts.
— People who have had their turn signal on since 1973. C’mon! Turn the thing bleeping off if you’re not turning in the next few seconds.
— Grocery store customers who have their buggies full of groceries, see the person behind them standing their with one item, and not letting them go ahead. Ok – that’s more of an irritation than a pet peeve, I know. All the same, when my buggy is full, if someone is behind me at the checkout with just a couple of items, I’m going to let them in front of me. I’ve seen cases in other aisles where elderly people that had just one or two items had to stand in line behind someone who had loaded up for the month in groceries. Not right 
Ok – your turn 
For your listening enjoyment tonight, here’s a song by a Christian group, a song which is pretty much the story of my life right now. It’s a short song – a little over two minutes long, but one that we have probably all been able to identify with at one point or another in our lives. The band is called Wilshire and the song is called “Special.”
1st verse and chorus:
I ride in on a train
Everyday is the same old thing
It’s nine to five
Don’t know if I’m dead or aliveI’m looking for a Halilujah
I need a little something Special
(Something special)
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Pet Peeve: kissing scenes on television where they use sound effects that make each kiss sound like a cow pulling its foot out of wet mud.
ROTFL!!
First on my list are the dimwits who think they need to share their cell phone conversation with everyone within 50 yeards. This odd creature can be identified by an extremely loud voice and generally inane speech content. It wanders through life basically unaware of any other creature in its habitat. This species appears to be growing exponentially, as there are no natural predators to keep them in check. Although it’s possible a certain large white rat may evolve to take on that role….
Also, there’s a mutation of that species: the one who yaks on the cell phone while driving and pays no attention to the road. This species can be identified by sudden and unpredictable changes in velocity (usually caused by the need to dial a new number). The natural habitat of this creature is, of course, the passing lane of any interstate highway, where it builds “dams” that have much the same effect on traffic as beaver dams do on streams.
Good ones, GWR – I had forgotten about cell phone offenders. They are among the worst!
“People who have had their turn signal on since 1973″….just come up here a couple hundred miles. Hardly anyone bothers to use their turn signals *at all*.
People who buy lottery tickets and hold up the line by standing at the counter and scratch them off… I just want to pay for my effing gas and go home!
Today on the freeway, there was some debris spilled out on the road. Mainly cardboard boxes. Most of the people slowed down to about 40 to swerve through the mess, and them some jackass comes flying through at 100 sending boxes in the air and almost creating an accident.
Also today, some person driving a big expensive SUV, yacking away on a cell phone. Trying to give me the impression that they have no intention of even slowing down at the 4 way stop. It was my turn to go and I took it. I have gap insurance, make my day.
Be careful out there folks…
GWR: I was in a terminal doing some hard time and some gal is dong the *Can you hear me now* conversation. No shut eye for those of us who have been in transit nigh on a day. Up walks bimbo chic doing the hair twirl and afore mentioned *aint got lips er brains* gum smackin’ and smacker came to mind within about one second of seeing the unit. (What’s up with leopard camo mismatched stoopud shoes, belt sucked in three sizes past kidney failure, that might have fit her war painted face in the 6th grade?) Held my fire as she opened and shut what seemed like three hundred zippers and never shut her mouth the entire time. Like you said, foghorn Minnie mouse voice was driving me to the edge. She has even noted that she’s getting *Dirty looks* to her boyfriend. Soon words will erupt I thought, as I wished for her gender to be that of a male. “Hang on I got another call! SAAAAAAMMMMEEEEEEEEEE…ccchhhhhhh!! Another bo and I was out of patience!
Finally- I’d had my fill and as was evident by the actions and mumblings of my fellow hapless travelers, so had they. I spun round and had the battery out before she could say buh bye. “Who do you think you are!” and a few other unheard insults came my way from the selfish twit. “Do you want this back?, as I held up the battery. “Whadda you think?”, says mindless twit? “You don’t wanna know what I think maam but if you wanna START thinking, there are about two dozen souls right here who’d appreciate the hell out of THAT!”, as I dropped the contents back into her lap. I would say that she whisked herself away but I don’t know if it can be said that 150 lbs. of 5′3 stuffed into a size 6 leopard grape skin whisks anywhere, short of an avalanche.
For the record, the smiles and thanks from my stranded mates were not necessary but…..and ……..I really am fun to travel with!
That’s one.
Um – people who bypass the express line, figuring if they get behind someone with a full buggy in the regular line, they’ll be able to jump to the front.
Maybe I’m a bit of a jerk, but I’ll invite them ahead of me if they’re standing in line patiently, but if their feeling entitled (you can tell from body language normally), then I’m back to … go to the express line!
YAWZAAA
Good Song, Very Talented Group of Folks, Darn Cute Lead Singer. Might have to find their CD. 
– Lorica
Forest – I can guarantee you were the man of the hour to everyone else there!!
They were mostly travelers that got bumped for some reason and had been there HOURZZZZZZ before I showed. The other goofy part is that she was packing a *dog* (not familiar with *dogs* the size of a big mac) in her carry on and bragging to her nimrod Bo how easy it was. I was so tired I hadn’t even considered the ramifications of that stunt. Dog being scanned and airline security? If only she had been as docile as the pet…….
Here they don’t like to use their turn signals until they’ve reached the wide swing right mode, in order to make the left as though it was an 18 wheeler and somehow not burning the blinker for a couple ticks is building up carbon credits……..and………they’re driving a mini-cooper!
That’s two.
The pet peeve I have are the blue tooth fools who walk around talking to it — they look like a Jack Nicholson character on One Flew Over the Cooko’s Nest, complete shizoids.
