Eating into the phone
is a horrid habit, once that my ex wife has. Example:

The year was about 1994 or 95. I had gotten into a TV habit of watching the X-Files between 9:00 and 10:00 every Sunday night. Quite predictable, wouldn't you say? As I don't otherwise watch much TV, I think it's reasonable to not want to be interrupted for one hour on a Sunday night.

Nurse Ratched worked the evening shift from 3-11, and worked alternating weekends. And invariably, at about 9:20 on Sunday night she'd call me while on dinner break, chewing with her mouth open into the phone, making slurping and smacking noises, and then wonder why I would object to this.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Once or twice I can understand- but after a dozen instances of this, don't you think it might stick in her memory at least a little? Wouldn't you expect that if she forgets and calls and asks what I'm doing and I reply that I'm watching the X-Files that she would not get annoyed with me for not wanting to talk to her?



Git.


Another thing that utterly winds me up: people who make excessive noise. If I'm outside on Sunday morning with my coffee watching the birds in the feeder, do I really want to hear my neighbor talking loudly to his dog, or starting up his leaf blower at 7:00? If I've just climbed up a mountain and am enjoying the view and the wind, do I really need to hear "WOOOOO! YEAH, WE MADE IT! WOOOOO! HEY, LOOK, YOU CAN SEE THE LAKE!" If I'm out on the lake, do I really need to have jet skis roaring in circles, jumping their own wakes fifty feet from me? If I'm walking along a street downtown, do I really need to listen to some white punk in a Honda thugging out to Tupac and thinking that he's the coolest muthafukka in town?

There are far more things, but these are an excellent start...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 7 Oct 2008, 14:54, Reply)