OT: What’s your pet peeve?

[jficquette]

My pet peeves is bullies in goverment who want to our lives

Next pet preeve are people yakking on te cell phone in the bookstore, or food store

John

[Anonymous]

Futzing. My pet peeve is Futzing.
A woman, usually elderly, in the express lane, watches anxiously as the cashier rings up her stuff. When the amount shows ($10.32) she finally opens her purse. She retrieves her wallet and takes out a Ten $$ bill. Then she opens up the change pouch and starts futzing for change. “I’ve got two pennies here, somewhere,” she says, as glaciers melt and continents continue their drift.

As our sun turns into a red giant, she futzes out four pennies a dime and a nickel and begins to separate each from the other in the palm of her hand. A new ice age begins.

She returns the unused coins to her coin pouch, snaps the wallet closed and puts it in her purse. A cure for cancer is discovered. She closes her purse, hooks it over her shoulder, says “Thanks you,” takes her bag and leaves. The universe begins to contract.

The seventeen people behind her are all now in wheelchairs, drooling on their bib as their nursemaids begin to take their wallets out to futz for change so they can buy the old farts fresh Depends.

Time ceases to exist.

[Anonymous]

Futzing. My pet peeve is Futzing.
A woman, usually elderly, in the express lane, watches anxiously as the cashier rings up her stuff. When the amount shows ($10.32) she finally opens her purse. She retrieves her wallet and takes out a Ten $$ bill. Then she opens up the change pouch and starts futzing for change. “I’ve got two pennies here, somewhere,” she says, as glaciers melt and continents continue their drift.

As our sun turns into a red giant, she futzes out four pennies a dime and a nickel and begins to separate each from the other in the palm of her hand. A new ice age begins.

She returns the unused coins to her coin pouch, snaps the wallet closed and puts it in her purse. A cure for cancer is discovered. She closes her purse, hooks it over her shoulder, says “Thanks you,” takes her bag and leaves. The universe begins to contract.

The seventeen people behind her are all now in wheelchairs, drooling on their bib as their nursemaids begin to take their wallets out to futz for change so they can buy the old farts fresh Depends.

Time ceases to exist.

[Anonymous]

Futzing. My pet peeve is Futzing.
A woman, usually elderly, in the express lane, watches anxiously as the cashier rings up her stuff. When the amount shows ($10.32) she finally opens her purse. She retrieves her wallet and takes out a Ten $$ bill. Then she opens up the change pouch and starts futzing for change. “I’ve got two pennies here, somewhere,” she says, as glaciers melt and continents continue their drift.

As our sun turns into a red giant, she futzes out four pennies a dime and a nickel and begins to separate each from the other in the palm of her hand. A new ice age begins.

She returns the unused coins to her coin pouch, snaps the wallet closed and puts it in her purse. A cure for cancer is discovered. She closes her purse, hooks it over her shoulder, says “Thanks you,” takes her bag and leaves. The universe begins to contract.

The seventeen people behind her are all now in wheelchairs, drooling on their bib as their nursemaids begin to take their wallets out to futz for change so they can buy the old farts fresh Depends.

Time ceases to exist.

[Anonymous]

Futzing. My pet peeve is Futzing.
A woman, usually elderly, in the express lane, watches anxiously as the cashier rings up her stuff. When the amount shows ($10.32) she finally opens her purse. She retrieves her wallet and takes out a Ten $$ bill. Then she opens up the change pouch and starts futzing for change. “I’ve got two pennies here, somewhere,” she says, as glaciers melt and continents continue their drift.

As our sun turns into a red giant, she futzes out four pennies a dime and a nickel and begins to separate each from the other in the palm of her hand. A new ice age begins.

She returns the unused coins to her coin pouch, snaps the wallet closed and puts it in her purse. A cure for cancer is discovered. She closes her purse, hooks it over her shoulder, says “Thanks you,” takes her bag and leaves. The universe begins to contract.

The seventeen people behind her are all now in wheelchairs, drooling on their bib as their nursemaids begin to take their wallets out to futz for change so they can buy the old farts fresh Depends.

Time ceases to exist.

[Anonymous]

Futzing. My pet peeve is Futzing.
A woman, usually elderly, in the express lane, watches anxiously as the cashier rings up her stuff. When the amount shows ($10.32) she finally opens her purse. She retrieves her wallet and takes out a Ten $$ bill. Then she opens up the change pouch and starts futzing for change. “I’ve got two pennies here, somewhere,” she says, as glaciers melt and continents continue their drift.

As our sun turns into a red giant, she futzes out four pennies a dime and a nickel and begins to separate each from the other in the palm of her hand. A new ice age begins.

She returns the unused coins to her coin pouch, snaps the wallet closed and puts it in her purse. A cure for cancer is discovered. She closes her purse, hooks it over her shoulder, says “Thanks you,” takes her bag and leaves. The universe begins to contract.

The seventeen people behind her are all now in wheelchairs, drooling on their bib as their nursemaids begin to take their wallets out to futz for change so they can buy the old farts fresh Depends.

Time ceases to exist.

[Alex_angel]

My pet peeve are people that constantly complain. They complain about cell phones yet they answer calls mid shopping or mid driving just like everyone else. Or people that complain about drivers yet they never signal themselves or people that complain about other people but never see themselves in the mirror.

And George Bush lovers.

[Alex_angel]

My pet peeve are people that constantly complain. They complain about cell phones yet they answer calls mid shopping or mid driving just like everyone else. Or people that complain about drivers yet they never signal themselves or people that complain about other people but never see themselves in the mirror.

And George Bush lovers.

[Alex_angel]

My pet peeve are people that constantly complain. They complain about cell phones yet they answer calls mid shopping or mid driving just like everyone else. Or people that complain about drivers yet they never signal themselves or people that complain about other people but never see themselves in the mirror.

And George Bush lovers.

[Alex_angel]

My pet peeve are people that constantly complain. They complain about cell phones yet they answer calls mid shopping or mid driving just like everyone else. Or people that complain about drivers yet they never signal themselves or people that complain about other people but never see themselves in the mirror.

And George Bush lovers.

[Alex_angel]

My pet peeve are people that constantly complain. They complain about cell phones yet they answer calls mid shopping or mid driving just like everyone else. Or people that complain about drivers yet they never signal themselves or people that complain about other people but never see themselves in the mirror.

And George Bush lovers.

[Reality]

“When you stalk someone for a parking spot and they slowly unlock their door…

…get in…

and just sit there. Forever.”

That’s funny because one my pet peeves is people who circle parking lots looking for the closest spot they can find, ignoring spots farther away that may involve a 20 second longer walk to the store. So they spend several minutes (longer if they’re waiting for me to vacate a spot) to avoid the extra 20 second walk.

[Reality]

“When you stalk someone for a parking spot and they slowly unlock their door…

…get in…

and just sit there. Forever.”

That’s funny because one my pet peeves is people who circle parking lots looking for the closest spot they can find, ignoring spots farther away that may involve a 20 second longer walk to the store. So they spend several minutes (longer if they’re waiting for me to vacate a spot) to avoid the extra 20 second walk.

[Reality]

“When you stalk someone for a parking spot and they slowly unlock their door…

…get in…

and just sit there. Forever.”

That’s funny because one my pet peeves is people who circle parking lots looking for the closest spot they can find, ignoring spots farther away that may involve a 20 second longer walk to the store. So they spend several minutes (longer if they’re waiting for me to vacate a spot) to avoid the extra 20 second walk.

[Reality]

“When you stalk someone for a parking spot and they slowly unlock their door…

…get in…

and just sit there. Forever.”

That’s funny because one my pet peeves is people who circle parking lots looking for the closest spot they can find, ignoring spots farther away that may involve a 20 second longer walk to the store. So they spend several minutes (longer if they’re waiting for me to vacate a spot) to avoid the extra 20 second walk.

[Author]

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