tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post8114702829830608107..comments2023-07-30T08:22:00.042-04:00Comments on The Glamorous Life of a Hausfrau: Things That Make Me Go GRRRRRRForest Bard's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09108970081943271956noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-38495621137001259132010-10-16T20:55:49.927-04:002010-10-16T20:55:49.927-04:00Buses!People who do not believe hygiene is importa...Buses!<br><br>People who do not believe hygiene is important, getting on the same bus as me. I had, in one week, one person who smelt like urine, and another person who smelt like faeces, share my bus. <br><br>Come on people!<br><br>People who are young, fit and healthy, using the seats at the front of the bus, and leaving the older passengers to walk up the back.<br><br>Buses that are never on time.<br><br>Bus drivers allowing their buses to become very full and over passenger capacity, increasing everyone's discomfort and increasing everyone's risk of hurting themselves.<br><br>Bus fares. They never go down.<br><br>The seats are getting narrower (no comments about the size of my ass please).<br><br>People calling me when I am on a bus! I say as little as I can. I am in a foreign country and my accent draws attention, which then (I think) leads to people listening in on my conversation. <br><br>Other people who are on their mobile phones. I don't mind someone chatting with some discretion, but how often do you get that? It is usually someone who has two volume settings: loud and louder.<br><br>I should stop there, but to conclude, I DO NOT LIKE BUSES.Star Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185367695948887909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-38749288112034223592010-10-15T13:50:39.308-04:002010-10-15T13:50:39.308-04:00Bloody hell you've stirred a hornet's nest...Bloody hell you've stirred a hornet's nest!!!!<br><br>Im' really hacked off with almost everything, but that's because I'm old and being deaf can't hear my snot as it vibrates in my hairy nostrils. <br><br>Also being old I take a while reading labels and deciding whether I want the product.<br><br>You havent seen me parallel park; or navigate a roundabout. <br><br>My taste buds are going so whatever I'm fed I eat. <br><br>What's a douche?<br><br>I use the stairs these days; too many fights in lobbies.<br><br>I like telemarketers - they make me feel wanted. Other callers? They remind me who I am.<br><br>Liars - that's me.Barry Coidanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01175372147298306908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-35006396205936562792010-10-15T04:00:20.141-04:002010-10-15T04:00:20.141-04:00AGREED!!! :)AGREED!!! :)Loni's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10052327148716888410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-5449426835702557592010-10-14T21:55:37.821-04:002010-10-14T21:55:37.821-04:00Ummmmm ... videos of cats using the toilet??? *gig...Ummmmm ... videos of cats using the toilet??? *gigglesnort*Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427053242655177097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-31662038452817240662010-10-14T21:51:58.912-04:002010-10-14T21:51:58.912-04:00or "ISN'T nailed/bolted...", and ...or "ISN'T nailed/bolted...", and 'that THEY.'<br><br>I need to buy (or steal?) a new set of fingers. These ones are seriously messed up.tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351692108818152561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-17177543893995717732010-10-14T21:50:36.971-04:002010-10-14T21:50:36.971-04:00or people who don't turn ON their turn signals...or people who don't turn ON their turn signals.<br><br>people who use their speakerphone for everything. In a cube farm.<br><br>spandex anything if you're over a BMI of 33 is a bad idea. And I'm being generous. All I can think is 'yeast infection,' amiright?<br><br>And lastly, those people who believe that just because something of mine is nailed/bolted/tied down that that can help themselves. Yes, thieves. I despise a thief, and yet if that same person approached me and said they really needed my cheapass bike to get to work every day, well I might just give it to them. IDK. It would feel better than being ripped off, I can tell you that much.tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351692108818152561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-2663713864633805302010-10-14T18:39:26.636-04:002010-10-14T18:39:26.636-04:00I can't imagine anything I could add to your l...I can't imagine anything I could add to your list - which is excellent. Maybe I would add people who don't turn off their turn signals...kenjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-14225008959135313892010-10-14T18:26:46.133-04:002010-10-14T18:26:46.133-04:00OH GOD the stop sign thing drives me insane.OH GOD the stop sign thing drives me insane.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10184813226165288513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-36588103592228300812010-10-14T16:31:13.432-04:002010-10-14T16:31:13.432-04:00I hate parking vultures who proceed thru the parki...I hate parking vultures who proceed thru the parking lot at 2 mph...jamming up the whole frikking place.<br><br>On the subject of elevators (yr. no. 7). . .ever notice how you can ALWAYS flipping tell who the next person to want off is? Nobody has to say anything, but there is always, always some clue. A hand twitch, or a little movement...but I swear something always gives the next person to leave away. Kinda cool.El Jefe Maximohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661511063910659377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-52917683778285484762010-10-14T14:39:01.458-04:002010-10-14T14:39:01.458-04:00Ok, I could probably do my own list. Driving from...Ok, I could probably do my own list. Driving from Charleston to Huntington every day for work has caused me to slowly, but surely, have road rage. If I am merging onto I-64 MOVE OVER. Don't sit in the lane and keep speeding up or slowing down so that I can't get on the freaking interstate!!! (oops..I just did #3 I think)<br><br>Also, if you own a smartphone, STOP TEXTING AND DRIVING. I am sooo (oops again) sick of it I could scream. I swear we're going to make signs to put up in our carpool as we pass people that say "GET OFF YOUR DAMN PHONE". There isn't a day that goes by that we don't pass someone swerving or only going 50 because they have their face looking down at their phone. Is it really THAT important? Really? REALLY? <br><br>Talking loud on cell phones drives me insane as well.<br><br>Did I mention that my twin sister does EVERY ONE OF THESE? No, I do not ride with her in her car. I nag her about texting and she gets the look when on her phone in public. What do I get? "Stop being mom." <br><br>Oh, and being told I'm mom pisses me off too. <br><br>Also, it's DEFINITELY not definately. Use the words "their, there, they're" correctly please. And no, I don't have any "ideal" what you're talking about.<br><br>I have to shut up or your entire blog with be filled with my bitching. I better check the calendar, I think I'm PMSing.Lishnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-32914520243839334612010-10-14T13:59:24.664-04:002010-10-14T13:59:24.664-04:00OMG!!!;,! I'm so totally; with you on #6, #8 a...OMG!!!;,! I'm so totally; with you on #6, #8 and #9, but #6 drives me totally insane!!!$)(@<br><br>Also I hate that punctuation thing...Warped Mind of Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15670039992710968421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-15328824006362265952010-10-14T13:52:32.042-04:002010-10-14T13:52:32.042-04:00Say what? The elevator won't cut me in half? ...Say what? The elevator won't cut me in half? I've watched way to many horror movies in my time I guess because it freaks me out to get on an elevator. Either the doors are going to close on me or the elevator is going to go up and I get caught...cutting me in half. Hey, it's a phobia.<br><br>I am one of those who notorioulsy use ??? or !!! way to many time!!! See..I can't stop myself. :P Just trying to get my point across I suppose. lol!Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02979194680225653758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-80081408109940866432010-10-14T12:12:14.857-04:002010-10-14T12:12:14.857-04:00I am soo guilty of number 3. Not only do I love to...I am soo guilty of number 3. Not only do I love to add punctuation (probably incorrectly) I love to add letters. See that soo in the first line?<br><br>You forgot one of the biggest GGGRRRRs. People talking all loud on their cell phones in public. And do not even get me started on the bluetooth.Or people that tailgate your ass and swerve in and out of traffic only to end up at the same light at the same time 5 miles down the road. Oh and people that leave their sick kids at daycare and people that,,well never mind I better just make my own post about all this.Raquel's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00901679946676181304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-13552237826957198622010-10-14T11:37:55.521-04:002010-10-14T11:37:55.521-04:00I hate when the people at mcd's dont put the l...I hate when the people at mcd's dont put the lid on the coffee all the way on... and then i spill it on myself and my car, on my way to work, burning my arm and making me all wet. (and not in a good way) <br><br>ps. i always use excessive periods (.) and exlamation points/marks (!) am i one of those people that irritate you?! lol.Overthinking Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13381210818227741087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302027825736277868.post-76402438164148418282010-10-14T11:35:07.290-04:002010-10-14T11:35:07.290-04:00Wonderful list!The only item I have to add is misu...Wonderful list!<br><br>The only item I have to add is misuse of homonyms (and similarly pronounced words). It's "piqued your interested", not "peaked". Hearing "mute point" makes me want to get stabby.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805939293906938812noreply@blogger.com