10 Things I Hate Part 20: Thing 200 & Post 500 Edition!
This post not only marks 200 Things I Hate, but it’s also the 500th post on this blog. I WIN THE INTERNETS!
1. I hate staying at other people’s houses. I always feel like an imposition by using up all their hot water, drinking up all their coffee and generally being in the way. I am a huge fan of my own personal space so I don’t enjoy invading other people’s personal space.
2. I hate those little inspection tags that come on the inside of shirts. You buy a new shirt, and take off all the tags and the itchy labels. You wear your new shirt and discover something itchy on the inside around 3pm. You go into the bathroom and find an “Inspected by #30″ tag. First, how did you not notice that until 3pm? Second, while it’s very nice that someone is inspecting our shirts, do they really need little stickers to prove it? Can’t #30 just give a tacit nod of approval or something?
3. I hate getting a terrible song stuck in my head. There seems to be a complicated mathematical algorithm that is beyond my meager understanding that goes something like this: the worse the song, the longer it will be stuck in your head and the more difficult it will be to get out. I’ve had Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head and The Love Shack stuck in my head for more three days.
4. I hate it when you can’t remember how to spell a word, so you take your best guess at it hoping that spell-check or the internet will figure out what you’re trying to say and you’re not even close. This typically happens to me with French words. I’m terrible with French, yet English seems to have a lot of it in it. I’ll not remember how to spell denouement and start typing daynousmah or whatever. Google gets very confused by my attempts at French. Fucking French. Bah.
5. Unnecessarily overpriced restaurants. I went out to lunch in San Francisco at an Italian joint. I had a cup of coffee, a salad and a sandwich. It cost me $48. Let me repeat the pertinent details: lunch, sandwich, salad, coffee, $48. Now, if this was the rarest sandwich ever with bread that was hand-made by mute monks and greenery that was handpicked by children in the mountains of… wherever, then sure. But this was an ordinary sandwich served on ordinary Focaccia bread. Not only that, but the bread was toasted, so it was like eating Captain Crunch. It tore up the roof of my mouth, which was sore for days afterward.
6. I hate that public transportation costs as much as driving a car, if not more. My car was in the shop and I took the bus to work. It took me over an hour (by car, it’s half that) and it cost $6. Six dollars! I might be willing to part with an extra hour a day to take public transport because of the environmental benefits and yadda, yadda, but $6 a day? You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s $1560 a year just to commute to work. It costs me about the same in gasoline, but driving takes half the time. If you want me to take public transportation and get there in twice the time, you’ve got to make it more cost-effective than that. It should be a cost savings.
7. I hate arguments based on emotion instead of fact. Emotion is fine and it has its place when it comes to opinion, but when arguing facts, you really kind of need facts. Arguing facts with emotion is a logical fallacy called appeal to emotion. Appeal to emotion attempts to manipulate an emotional response in place of a valid or compelling argument. It goes something like this: “So many puppies are homeless and have cancer. I met a homeless puppy with cancer who looked into my eyes and said, in his weak cancer-ridden puppy voice, “Please, Miss Goldfish, do whatever you can so that other puppies won’t have to go through what I am going through.” I urge you to tell your congressman to vote for the Anti-Cancer Homeless Puppy Bill and send me all of your moneys so I can give homes to puppies with cancer.”
8. I hate it when people I run into people I haven’t seen for a long time and they berate me for not seeing them in a long time. “I haven’t seen you since the Great 2008 Picnic Debacle. You never come out anymore.” “Well, I am standing in front of you now. Since we are not inside my home, by definition, that means I have come out. You are standing right in front of me at this very moment and are seeing me now.” “Pfft. Well, I probably won’t see you for another five years and this doesn’t really count since we ran into each other.” Sigh. Some people are never happy.
9. I hate it when people don’t clean up their own messes. Your dog took a crap on the street. Pick it up. You dropped that piece of litter. Pick it up. Flush the toilet when you’re done. Throw the paper towel you used to dry your hands into the trash, not on the floor. I know, you probably think there are people whose entire job is to clean up after you, and sometimes, that is true, but that doesn’t mean you have to make their job even harder. It’s common courtesy and it’s not hard.
10. I hate it when a friend calls under the guise of chit-chatting when I know full well that they’re really calling to ask me for something. “Hi, Goldfish! How are you? What have you been doing? How’s your job? How’s your dog?…” “What do you want?” “Can you help me move on Sunday?” See? That wasn’t hard, was it?
19 Responses to “10 Things I Hate Part 20: Thing 200 & Post 500 Edition!”
I think we are twins separated at birth.
Twins with Twindaddy… A whole lotta twinnin’ goin’ on.
And it is epic.
Hey, Goldfish. How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a while. You don’t seem to come around much. How’s your dog? Mine is homeless with cancer. By the way, since we are great friends and all, I was wondering if you could re-design my web site. Oh, and could you pick up that tissue I just blew my nose with and drop it in the trash?
lol. :)
Wow!
You were fast, I was going to ask for the same, minus the tissue part lol
ahaha, i hate staying at other people’s homes too! actually i hate a lot of the same things as you, the music getting stuck in our heads is the worst!
Ha ha! Love your blog, and although I’m a generally positive person, I love lists of everyday things people hate. Not trying to trigger a hate rant, but if you want to have the worst song of all time trapped in your head, listen to a couple of choruses of “Sussudio” by Phil Collins and Philip Bailey.
Eesh. Yeah, there are a lot of bad songs to have stuck in your head.
Thanks for stopping by. :)
Spell check mocks me. It laughs at my attempts. I think it has given up on me because more and more I’m getting “No Suggestions” when I right-click on the evil red squiqqly line. (“squiggly” is misspelled; it wants me to put “squeaky”; bad mocking mocker).
Stupid spell-check.
I agree, I also hate when instead of making things clear, google confuses me more.
Yes!
Yeah, it’s bad when Google goes “Crap, I don’t know.”
Speaking of homeless Cancer puppies, I really hate those commercials for shelter dogs where they show the saddest damn dogs on the planet and play sad puppy music and then point a gun at their little heads and say “I don’t care if you’re allergic, you evil woman, bring him home NOW!”
Yup. That’s exactly the kind of ad I was talking about. The ones by Sarah McLaughlin are the worst.
YES! I hate those! Look, Sarah, you have millions. You donate to the shelter or adopt those dogs, please. Thank you.
Re: #8: I particularly despise it when someone says ‘I haven’t heard from you in a while’, like it’s solely my responsibility to maintain the friendship. You haven’t spoken to me in a while either buddy! I love a fellow griper so I nommed you for a Liebster. I’m sure you’ve had a squillion of these so feel free to ignore, but if not, check out: http://1in12million.wordpress.com/2013/03/23/omg-famous/ :)
Aww, thanks! Always appreciated even if I am incredibly lazy about awards posts. :)
No probs! After doing this one (my first *blushes*) I don’t nec see me doing another. Weirdly, I enjoyed making up questions more than answering them. Mainly because I felt my bizarre questions would be overinterpretable, which is always grand.