Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

People asking me what percent I like something. My friend and I occasionally go out to eat together. They ask me every. single. time: "What grade do you give the food?" (meaning %) So I have to put more thought into what I liked vs didn't like about the meal than I care to. Saying "It was good" isn't a correct answer, they will insist on a percentage. It drives me crazy. If I like the food and had no complaints I used to say "I give it 100%". But that stopped really fast because my friend would go on and on about how it's now my favorite food! The following is a condensed version of a typical conversation:
Me: "No, it was good, but no it's not my favorite!"
Friend: "But then why give it 100%?"
Me: "I have no complaints, it was cooked well and had good flavor."
*Next time we're at the same restaurant*
Me: *orders different dish*
Friend: "Wait! Last time you ordered (other dish) and loved it! Why aren't you getting your favorite dish?"
Me: "It's not my favorite, it was just a good dish. I want to try other things."
*after eating*
Friend: "What grade do you give the food?"
Me: "......"
Now, unless the food was absolutely horrible, I just give everything a grade of 90% and make up some reason why it's not 100% even if I don't actually have something to complain about.

A few days ago I had something translated. The guy who translated it came over to go over the work with me. Before I have the chance to look over anything:
Guy: "As an example, if you were to look at the translation on page 7, what percentage do you understand?"
Me: "I don't know, I have to look at the page first and see how many characters I recognize and if I can understand the sentence meanings."
Guy: "Just give me a number as an example."
Me: "I have to look at the page first."
Guy: "But what do you think your percentage is?"
Me: "..... " *makes up random number* "50%"
Guy: "I am impressed! You're learning so well!"
Me: "Thanks." *sighs*
We then had a similar conversation about how much percentage I understand about other things language related. It was incredibly annoying.

 

There is a temptation to ask what percentage you are annoyed...

 

On those rare occasions when I do manage to lose a little weight, I seem to lose it all in my face first.

 

When that that 'Y'know I got so many days off work and so much pleasure and lying around on my belly for so many days, but oh my fuck the next moment I think about it I got to go to work tomorrow in the morning, about four hours time, what happened to my holiday?' condition/syndrome W.

Sorry, sorry, sorry @WF about standing in front of the tank it was 30 years ago, let me go.

 

The other I was over at my partner's house for a cup of tea which kind of turned into a couple of whiskies and dinner, as per usual. Now, that's not annoying, I know. What did kind of annoy me, though, was the way her boyfriend was talking to her. It seemed like every second thing out of his mouth was some kind of barb or criticism of her for doing something wrong or being stupid and even the occasional threat of violence.

I know it's not really my business and that might just be how they are with each other and not signify anything or maybe he just had a bad day, but we have each other's backs, at work and outside and this doesn't feel right.

 

1. He shouldn't be treating her like that alone or in front of others.
2. If it doesn't feel right, it's probably not right.
3. Having said that, I don't know how you approach that kind of situation.

 

Eating a handful of blackberries only to find little spiders crawling all over them.

 

Yeah, that is pretty sucky.

 

Extra protein, natural living, it's good for you, as my dad used to say. That's a true paleo diet, right there.

 

Damn, I was going to edit out the possessive for the plural, but too late it's been quoted.

Berries

 

Apparently refusing to step on church grounds makes me a demon

 

Yeah, I'm a bit wary of my own judgement on this one. Just going to observe for now.

 

I thought that was only if you burst into flames on doing so.

 

I have never once burst into flames which makes me question the integrity of the church.

 

In Sweden you can only buy alcohol between ten and six on week days and until two on Saturdays. And yes, that's six in the after noon... and no, not two in the morning.

We don't really sell alcohol in our food stores and our liquor stores would prefer if we didn't get drunk at all.

 

It's ok. I'm leaving Sweden soon enough!

Move the resturant to UK instead?

Also... be safe... or something!

 

For me, it's my fingers. And I have skinny hands, in proportion to the rest of me. First thing that happens is my rings fall off. Not my jeans. My rings.

 

Claws huh? And possibly you try to call them tendrils. But as you know I know a lot about tendrils. And you are dragging your jeans behind you in the sky as you ascend toward your perch. I'd probably catch you, and eat you among the chieftans surrounding the fire. Suddenly I'm choking,

'A ring...she said...euch...ach...ach...rien...morte...'

Just workshopping, y'know.

 

I'll drop the jeans as I ascend to my perch, and YOU'll be sorry....

 

This retarded mini-anime Hetalia BS. Someone personified all the countries and territories involved in ww1+2, and made an anime out of it. Dumbest thing I've seen (although Italy's adorable) Sad part is, I'm still watching