Things that irk you......

They don't have to. They can be lazy for no discernible reason. I don't really care that much. It just irks me (which is the title of this thread, remember).

Because I don't see the point of holding on to random messages that are waaay old, and just taking up data space, thus keeping out newer, more useful and relevant messages that, you know, you might actually want because they're current.

As I said, I use my phone mostly for work, and emergencies, and for occasional random needs, and photos. But I don't text people I don't know. And I won't be texting customers who can't be bothered to pick up their orders, or for whom their orders are problematic for reasons that need to be explained, and who can't be bothered to make room on their overfilled phones so I can tell them about it.

And, if and after they get the message, they should feel free to delete it. In fact, I'd encourage them to do so.

 

People who want to blame a younger or older generation for everything that's wrong in the world and think they're building themselves up by tearing down what they're into.

 

Too many directions on a frozen meal.

I usually bring one for lunch, but I don't want to cook for 4 minutes, remove film, stir turkey, potatoes and stuffing separately then cook for 3 more minutes.

Too much effort. I'm a rebel and just pop it in for 7 minutes and scroll sj.com until the microwave beeps.

 

Rude t-shirts worn in public.

Tonight at dinner in a family establishment, I saw two such violations of decency.

First perp was a 30ish dweeb with hair down to his butt, accompanied by an elderly woman. His t-shirt had "I'm an asshole" printed on it in two places. I didn't dispute that, even mumbled "Bye, asshole" under my breath as he left.

Second was a too-old woman in yoga pants with a husband-beater shirt that had "Yoga As F35k" on the front (the 35 were some kind of symbols).

Nice clothing to wear around kids.

 

Haha.

I wear my "I like coffee more than people" shirt out as much as possible. Get compliments every time.

 

I wouldn't bat an eye at that one
Now, if it said, "Fuck People, I Love Coffee" I would be irked.

 

I was in Wal-Mart one Sunday morning when I saw a guy with a T-shirt saying, "Real men eat pussy."
You stay classy, fella.

What amazes me most about that is the multiple layers of bad decisions that went into that moment. At some point these people wandered past a tacky T-shirt shop in some far-off tourist trap and decided, "Holy shit that's awesome! Real men do eat pussy, and I need that to tell the world I agree!"
And then, having decided that, they felt that it was worth spending $20 on said T-shirt.
After getting the shirt home, there had to be so few wardrobe options that that was the only shirt available for that day. Whether that's because they haven't done laundry for a month or only own about four T-shirts is debatable.
Then, someone -- either themselves, a friend, or a significant other -- had to let them out of the house wearing that without saying, "You know, that's probably not a good idea."
It's like when a plane crashes and you find out how a series of cascading failures wiped out all of the built-in redundancies and failsafes.

 

When I was in high school I had a t-shirt with Beavis and Butthead looking up the Statue of Liberty's skirt. My mom said to my grandmother, "will you look at what your grandson thinks is funny."

I still think it's funny, but I've classed up the wardrobe a bit in the meantime.

 

I love when they drag grandma in to double-shame you

 

Was it this guy?

 

When they put too much glue on the roll of toilet paper and you pull like you always do ...

... but it doesn't come loose and you're not expecting the resistance so you bobble and drop it to the floor ...

... at which point you are holding the first square as it rolls 10 feet away ...

... and you're like, motherFUCKER, and you try to drag the roll back to you, slowly ...

... but it's still too heavy and unrolls the other way as you pull it toward you ...

... till you have half the roll in your hand, and an ass that's still full of shit.

How much fucking glue are they using these days?

 

I've found these things work miracles.