Those roles are gold dust in the “sector.’ He should step aside. Sounds like a couch-surfer from your description, or Public school, mmm.
That advert for Hungry House with the black girl saying, "I like my burger dipped in chilli sauce then re-cooked..." to which all her friends scream, "Urrrgghhhhh!!!" and she admits shamefully, "I'm a dirty eater!" I could understand their reaction if she'd said, "I like my burger dipped in dog shit then re-cooked..." but what's wrong with chilli sauce??
That kind of stunt should be reserved for the childless / able bodied twats who park in mother & baby / disabled spots.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's people like you who make the head cashier get on the PA system and say, "All employees not currently with customers are to report to the parking lot to bring in carts!" And then we have to go out in the cold night air and freeze our tushies off. Yeah, I know you.
This is me. If I'm watching a film, I'm watching a film. I do not want to have a conversation about it (or anything else) until it's finished. If people try to talk to me, I'll pause the film until they finish talking. I can only process one stream of language at a time. If someone talks to me during a film, I can't follow what's happening in the film, and it also pulls me out of the immersion.
See, this is the reason why watching a movie is a perfect first date (not in the cinema, though, as I stated above). You can't date a talker (or they'd might become violent the second or third time you pause the movie) and I can't date someone who can't discuss a movie while watching it. I'd die of boredom! (I'm the kind who works out/draws/makes jewelry while I'm watching something alone.) Though in my youth I dated this guy who fast forward on every song when we watched Grease. I'd choose the silent type over that idiot any day!
It depends - taken from either end of spectrum, 'chattering granny' might get on very well with 'Monosyllib Mike.' Or, he might throttle her and steal the Werthers, still warm in her pocket. I doubt there's resolution on this one, ever. However, always [I am] wary of couples who share exactly each others interests, matching pullovers clues you in this regard. That 'Grease' guy sounds very dangerous. I'd stick him in a novel, yes, and place it on Amazon [joke, joke :/]
As long as you're also not the kind of person who does the same while watching with someone else, but every 5 minutes is asking questions like: "who's that guy?" (the main character), She's pretty who's she?" (his dead wife), "so why is bad guy, etc." (I don't know, watch the movie and find out!).
I'm too polite to do any of those things when I'm watching with someone else... that's why I want the chance to discuss what's happening while it's happening, because sitting in silence for two hours is boring. Maybe I should mention that I'm pretty good at keeping up with a movie while doing said things? Foreign movies are harder, though. I can watch Swedish and English movies without all my focus on the screen, but it's hard to read subtitles while doing something else.
Pretty sure this should annoy me and thus be disqualified, but it's an ongoing thing so it doesn't really fit into "not happy": Freaking tablet whack-a-mole. Page loads, you try to scroll or click a link or something just as it decides that no, it wasn't fully loaded yet and suddenly your finger has clicked you through to the App store or the Play store or an advertisement for gluten-free, LDS-approved, celebrity-endorsed male enhancement gels or whatever...
Oddly enough, I usually do other things while watching movies/TV shows, and follow them perfectly fine, but I absolutely cannot handle other people talking while I'm watching anything. Occasional comments are fine, but anything more than that and I hit the pause button. I guess I'm just not good with noise.
Oh man, one time ages ago when I still lived with my folks, my mom asked me if I had any movies she could watch. Had a copy of The Razor's Edge, the Bill Murray version (which I love), so I popped that into the VCR for her. She was sewing a dress or something at the time (semi-pro seamstress) so her attention was divided, but I went out for an hour or so, and when I came back she started peppering me with questions. "Who's that girl with the short hair? Are they in Paris? I thought this was a war movie, but I didn't see any Nazis. Why was he in India?" and I'm frantically trying to figure out where in the film we are at that point, not that spoilers would matter since she's obviously not been paying the slightest bit of attention. Love my mother dearly, but she can be a chore at times.
Celebrity roasts, which sadly these shores have adopted now. I know, let's make a show based solely on insulting one another, where we specifically target race, appearance, gender and beliefs. But hey, it's all consensual and done in the name of comedy so it's okay. Yet when we look back on shows like Love Thy Neighbour and Mind Your Language - which were basically doing the exact same thing - they're labelled racist.
I don’t know if this qualifies as should or should not annoy me, but the dude who just delivered my new doors kept referring to the finish on my house as “stocko” instead of stucco.
Something that annoys me is when people walk around the house aimlessly, then they tell me that I hear it all the time in school. These are two completely different settings. I'm not listening to the footsteps at school, but in the house, it's amplified because it's quiet.
I wish I could do this. I love my brain, but I wish it would shut up and just let me rest. I'm almost always thinking about something and can never just sit still.