Page O’ Annoyances

Want to know what bugs me? Well, here they are:

  1. Nextel PhoneChirp. Chirp. Chirp. Need I say more? I’d rather listen to someone scratch his nails down a blackboard or rub a balloon.
  2. Fire Islanders/Hamptonites/Montaukians – Someone needs to teach these people how to pack. Why do you need three suitcases, a duffel bag and a purse for two days at the beach? Some also think that thier poodles deserve seats on the LIRR without a ticket. They make my Friday summer commute home unbearable sometimes.
  3. Chase Manhattan Credit Cards – My blog entry explains all. I will never do business with them again.
  4. When, Like, People Interject, Like, “Like” Between Every, Like, Word – I must have missed that grammar class in high school. Did you know that I once counted a girl who said “like” 31 times in a three-minute span? Me pregunto si, como, la gente como quien hable, español, como, utiliza, como, “como” entre, como, cada palabra. Ou, comme, au sujet de ce qui, comme, le Français?
  5. Vending Machine Stockers Who Put Pop Tarts on the Top Shelf – Why must my cheap breakfast be smashed to smithereens every time I hit A1? Why can’t you put them in Row F?
  6. Green Olives – Eww.
  7. Julie Laipply’s Voice – It’s hard to sit through an episode of NYC TV’s “$9.99” without wishing Sudafed upon the poor girl. It may just be that she reminds me of a former co-worker who trained her voice to sound like she shoved two watermelons up her nose.
  8. GuidosGet off our Island. ‘Nuff said.
  9. Misplaced Apostrophes – It seems that the majority of people seem to forget that the apostrophe is only used for contractions of a noun or pronoun +is (Amanda’s going to the store, because it’s time for a new container of milk) or for possessives, with the exception of its (Amanda’s room is messy, and she really needs to clean instead of editing her website). There’s one store on Fordham Road in the Bronx that had “CD’s and DVD’s for sale.” What are they selling that belongs to CD and DVD?
  10. People Who Clip Their Nails On The TrainSnip. Snip. Snip. Even though the conductor’s ticket puncher sounds similar, it isn’t halfway as irritating. Also see other caustic commuters.

(a work in progress)

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