Please STOP! (pet peeves that drive me crazy!) — Page 3

I'm a chronic door holder opener. I've seen all types. Young girls are the only people who don't say thanks, true. Still, I would rather have that happen then the person who insists on touching the door and carrying forth the burden. I'm holding the G** D*** door open so you do have to not touch anything.

Namo, yes, I didn't mention that I simply paste a semi smile on my face and a slight nod too.

I love that line.

Jane2 said: "My pet peeve may be only mine because this is a universal habit and no one seems to mind. Here it is-

Every single time you come across a human being, or several of them, whether it's in a store, bank, or ?anywhere, you are asked "how are you doing today?" and are expected to answer "doing' good, how are you doing?"

Well, I don't feel like having to tell every single stranger how I'm doing, nor do I care how they're doing. How do I handle this problem? Simple - I don't answer.

I do that, too. I just despise small talk in general so I try to speak as little as possible.

"I do that, too. I just despise small talk in general so I try to speak as little as possible."

That's me 100% Hater of small talk. Especially when it means nothing at all.

I am one of your pet peeves in calling out "you're welcome" to people who are rude, but we agree on the small talk thing.

Happy to hear it!

I have a real annoyance when you are able to copy paste in 'confirm your email'. Just wrong that

Here's another one of mine, being just reminded at the store. In Gourmet Garage, on my block, they have several different soups daily. You take a container, and fill it yourself. Here's what I hate - take New England Clam Chowder, for instance. People will fish out all the clams, and fill their container with that good stuff. Then all that's left is broth and potatoes. They do this with other soups that have one particular ingredient. So selfish, I think.

Updated On: 12/11/15 at 03:00 PM

When I'm surrounded by The Walking Dead like that anymore, I just stop dead in my tracks. I've learned through this experiment that most of the time, they DO actually see you, they just think you will get out of their way.

I like when they cross a busy boulevard, against the light, and expect traffic and the whole world to stop because it is them. If you hit them and even if you are in the right it is somehow your fault thanks to the absurdity known as vision zero.

A pox on bike riders who go against traffic , run red lights and stop signs, and basically ignore everyone but themselves. Ditto for those who act the same way riding motorized bikes.

I hate it when smokers toss their ashes and cigarette butts on the ground rather than disposing of them properly. I believe people should be able to decide what to put into their bodies, but it's their responsibility to dispose of their garbage properly.

Obviously this is a big problem on the road. How on earth could anyone think it's acceptable to toss their burning garbage into the path of other people's gasoline-powered vehicles? If you have an ashtray, use it. If it's full, empty it. If you don't have one in your car, then you shouldn't be smoking in it.

I also experienced this problem outside of the Jacobs Theatre a couple of years ago. I was actually waiting to go into the Golden to see Vanya... when I spotted a group of three or four ushers from the Jacobs tossing their ashes and butts into the gutter. I kindly - I swear I was very polite! - asked them to dispose of their garbage properly. They reacted as if I had just spat on them or something, and said that it's someone else's job to come and clean the gutter every day.

It got worse from there. Now a bit animated, I decided to very conspicuously pick up their garbage and place it in the garbage can. They started yelling that I was insane and probably dangerous - all because I asked them to throw away their trash and then did it for them when they refused. We continued to discuss the relevant issues for a few minutes before a security guy came out and said I was harassing his co-workers, which was not at all true. He was a little guy, getting all up in my face; it was quite comical. Soon enough they all went back inside.

Anyhow, yes, this is something that bothers me a lot. :)

I live on the fifth floor and the stairs are quite narrow. If someone is walking up while I'm going down I always politely wait at the top for them to pass so we don't have to squeeze past each other. They almost never say thank you or even acknowledge me. Irritating.

Ha ha!