a) Driving behind somebody in the “fast” lane that doing 10 miles UNDER the speed limit. (This happened to me this morning).
b) Being behind somebody in the 12 items or less lane that has about 25 items.
c) Having your significant other be best friends with a member of the opposite ***. They’re always talking or emailing each other.
d) Getting the same SPAM emails over and over again. (I don’t need any Cializ from the Canadian Pharmacy, I never entered a British lottery, and I’m not next of kin of any African nation).
e) Having a tele-marketer not accept NO as an answer even though you politely tell them you’re not interested in what they are selling.
f) Walking into a electronics or furniture store (or any store for that matter) and being hounded and followed around by a sales person.
G: While on the freeway the cars merging DO NOT follow the every other car rule. Don’t get mad when I don’t let you in when you don’t have the right of way. Its every other car people. It doesn’t bother me as much when we’re going fast enough to where they don’t get in my way, but commute traffic is BLOODY HELL here in the San Francisco Bay Area. Don’t try to squeeze in and you won’t get a bit of road rage thrown at you.
Hey,
can I say all of the above?
Because all of the above.
G: People who can’t say shitz to your face
but right behind you.
all of them
g) something else or f) but they are all mildly annoying
f) Walking into a electronics or furniture store (or any store for that matter) and being hounded and followed around by a sales person.
F, that always makes me feel uncomfortable.
all of the above.
G I work in drive through at a fast food place so it’s a lot of things.
Definitely c)!
And then a), and then e) and then b).
f)
There’s a reason I’m shopping alone or a reason. Plus I’m there to buy something, not to make a new best friend.
A and F drive me crazy. I have such road rage, I tailgate like a ***** and am like yelling at people hahaha. And I despise being bothered by sales people I’ll find YOU if I need your help, until then leave me the hell alone!
probably b). my b/f would like to add his answer is c). apparently, im not allowed to be friends with someone i knew before him.
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haha it’s kind of e and g but like i **** it when u got to the store and (i kno its not their fault they have to but) the salesclerk is like “would u like to purchase a charge card and save $3.92 today?” and ur like “umm no.” its like i want to pull girlscout cookies out of my purse and be like “no thank you would u like to buy some girlscout cookies for $3.50?
E) bothers me the most..they don’t take no for an answer and it’s so annoying..I don’t think these telemarketers know what no means..so you show them what you mean by NO..you hang up