Tonight's pet peeve: rude motherf_ckers. You know who you are, or perhaps (which would explain alot) you don't. Perhaps you're too ignorant to recognize just how rude you are... so here are some hints:
- If you are too lazy to take your grocery cart to a corral or back to the front of the store, leaving it in the middle of a parking lot for someone else to put away, you're a rude motherf_cker. I don't want to hear any BS about being in a hurry or having to deal with rug rats. Put the shopping cart away when you are done with it, you douchebag.
- If you try to step into the elevator from the hallway before the doors are all the way open, and don't even bother to say "excuse me" when you almost walk into the people trying to get out of the elevator - you guessed it: you're a rude motherf_cker. Especially you repeat offenders who can't seem to learn no matter how many dirty looks you get. Assholes.
- if you are riding my ass while I am in the rightmost of three lanes of traffic while I am doing the speed limit and there are two other clear lanes in which you could pass me, which you finally do after looking all pissed off that I didn't get out of your way, not only are you a rude motherf_cker, you're a lobotomized retard whose parents obviously were more closely related than second cousins.
- If you have used a toilet in the public restroom and you don't even bother to look at the sink much less make a token attempt at washing your hands, you are the rudest of motherf_ckers. No excuses are remotely viable for this bahvior - it is unsanitary, and shows a complete and utter lack of couth. If I encounter you in a social setting that involves shaking hands or eating food, everyone will know that you are "that guy" - the one who doesn't wash his hands.
Thanks for listening - I had to get that off my chest.
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