Probably beer after the tender bits are done, unless you on the other hand are up for a whole new adventure to it.
Shaving. Boy was I an idiot for wishing I could grow werewolf-like facial hair as a kid. Came true. Shit. At least I don't look like the wolf man. Spoiler: Wolfman
Co-workers, co-workers, co-workers! "We don't get paid enough to..." you've got no education, no ambitions and yet you're making enough to live extremely comfortable life with a big house and usually three weeks abroad every year. The job is though on the body - but the pay is accordingly. The only real problem with the job is you shitty attitude. /end rant.
I cannot tell when I upload an image from my iPad if it is too big or just right. At least I am not as furry as Miss Misty. Spoiler: she is not wearing anything in these pics but nothing is visible
Windshield wipers. I hate them cor two reasons. Constant repetition drives me insane, and also the fact that there is never a good rain-to-wiper ratio. Either blind, or listening to squealing. The squealing, dry sound also makes me want to kick out the windshield.
Fun fact: In Washington state, you don't have to have a windshield, only working wipers for the car to be street legal.
I'll second that. And it always seems as if I get stuck between the lowest, periodic setting and that first, constant setting. And then I'm clicking between them. Too fast. Too slow. Too fast. Too slow.
People who stand at multi-way junctions, wondering how to get across to the other side safely. And I'm not talking about OAPs here. They'll press the button, then wait like slaves until the little green man flashes up to tell them it's safe to cross, none of them realising that these buttons (at least in the UK) are nothing more than placebos and have absolutely no influence on the sequence of traffic light changes. Even at four-way junctions they only have to worry about vehicles coming from two ways. If the traffic is stopped at the lights where you're standing, then it'll be stopped in the opposite position too. You then only have to watch for vehicles turning left or right (depending on their direction of travel) onto the road you're trying to get across. It's not rocket science.
People that wait at the crosswalk when there aren't any cars within the nearest mile. "Look at that stupid prick ova here..... Move ya fuckin thundercunt, I'm walking behind ya!"
Assuming the drivers know in which direction they are supposed to be driving. I work at the corner of three one way streets and we repeatedly see asshats take all three the wrong way. Needless to say, I look both ways... and then up to make sure a car is not falling from the sky.
I want to say my personal New Yorker dictionary, but I'm pretty sure someone, somewhere has said something similar.
Doctor gives the wrong diagnoses; you pay. Mechanic gives the wrong diagnoses; you don't. Doctor only has experience with one model. Mechanic has to know about a few.
The manner in which host and pundit converse on sports shows. It's just two people talking, and yet is as far away from natural conversation as it's surely possible to be. There's no uuming or ahh-ing - not quite scripted, but the host's questions and pundit's replies are delivered flawlessly. The cliches and jargon bug me too.
Over complicated and fancy DVD intros that can't be skipped, and take an inordinately long time to get to the point where you can just hit 'Play film'.
Oh yes! Especially the "don't buy pirated", "there's a $100,000 fine" etc etc. I don't give a damn, cos my dvds are always genuine! Now sod off, and let me watch the frigging film already.
Yes, the ads and trailers are annoying, but I'm talking about the fancy intro sequences that lead into the menu. I'm a huge Red Dwarf fan and once borrowed a friend's 'deluxe' box set, full of extras and extended episodes. Anyway the intros are ridiculous. It starts in a typical spaceship corridor facing a set of doors. We move down, wait for the doors to open, and the camera swirls around a corner into another corridor facing another set of doors. This goes on for about five doors until we get to the 'control room' where we finally get the menu contents. This kind of a thing. First, thanks for showing me half the damn film before I've even hit play, and second, just... get there!
Worst thing is, you don't actually see these ads if you're movie's been pirated. So I don't think they're quite reaching their target market.
People who approach you months after you wrote them off and pretend they never called you names or said vile things to you the last time you spoke. Dude. The fact that you even think that's OK is exactly why I haven't missed you.