… is when the grocery store puts a big, yellow WOW sign above the price, like I need them to tell me I should think the sale price is GREAT. But I know better. They jack the normal price way up, then drop it back down to the price it should be and call it a ‘sale’.
I don’t like people telling me whether or not I’m getting a good deal. That’s my decision, the consumer. By the way consumer, THIS IS A GREAT DEAL…just thought I’d subliminally brainwash you with the power of suggestion, that’s all. No offense.
… is when shoppers don’t take their carts to the cart corral, instead leaving them scattered all over the parking lot so I have to drive through an obstacle course when I leave.
… is when Tanisha and Shawanda can’t figure out how to operate the register, and everybody in line starts sighing obnoxiously loud, shifting feet, and scratching the bridge of their nose.
… is when some asshole parks his cart right in the middle of the aisle in front of me and studies the canned vegetables for fifteen minutes.
… is when a beautiful woman in the car next to you catches you in the act of picking your nose at a stop light.
This recently happened to me, and when I glanced over at her the very moment I removed the booger from my nose, she was staring at me. It was small, dry, neat booger which sat on the tip of my finger. I panicked. It all happened within three seconds. I didn’t know whether or not to thump it out the window or just drop it. I was like a deer in the headlights. I couldn’t think. So I did the only thing I could manage; I looked at her squarely, extended my hand and offered it to her.
Fortunately the light turned green and she sped off before she could give me the middle finger.
What about when You are a very good number, hard to pass up and the woman doesen’t care about such trifles? Now she is intelligent, whereas, she knows. The other kind who is put off by it, is shallow and a knit picker anyway, besides probably also being a bugger picker, herself,
It’s a matter of attitude.
I also don’t like offtopic sections in philosophy forums.
I don’t like being tired from over working.
I don’t like most people (99%), who share nothing in common with me and also no shared values.
I don’t like civilization, and want to be away from and outside it.
I don’t like people who consistently post non-philosophical topics and responses on a forum day, after day, after day.
I really do hate this. 2 or 3 times in the last year I just gave up and paid someone to get rid of all my boxes.
I also don’t like people who can’t distinguish between preaching a doctrine of some kind and doing philosophy, especially when they try and pimp philosophy’s name for their little song and dance.
yo artimas, I see that you have adopted my style of title. I’ll let you get away with it since you are the author of one of mine, but you’re treading on a fine line young man.
Consumers don’t make the decisions, and are told what to think by the big yellow wow sign.
I also hate; ‘the customer is always right’ fuck them, someone couldn’t put a cupboard together properly and took it back, so now you have to pay for their idiocy? Or perhaps that saying actually means; the buyer is always right, as long as it’s an owner! that a company/brand can manipulate the markets, to get cheep labour and materials under that guise.
One day people of the future will hate the capitalists for wasting all the precious and limited raw materials of the earth.
…is when I make a ton of thoughtful posts as a newbie to a philosophy forum, only to find that most of those posts are being lost down the rabbit hole, forcing me to make spammy posts just like this so that I can finally get my official post count to 5!
edit: Holy fucking shit, this post made it through… I’m in, bitchez =D>
… is when you are vacuuming out your car and somebody steals your floor mats.
Can you believe that? I’m vacuuming the van and a lady pulls up behind me to put air in her tire. The air pump is beside the vacuum. I had put the floor mats on the curb, and when I came around from the drivers side… they were gone.
She pulled up, put air in her tire, walked back to the pump to hang the air hose back up, snatched my floor mats, and drove away. No ‘thank you’ or anything.
…when mental retards, like most ILP participants, misread posts because they are reading their own subjective interpretation of what is explicitly said and stated, which often perverts the original meanings and intentions. Here is an example:
Me: This car is black.
Phoney/mr reasonable/Kriswest/Etc. Are you a racist?!?!
Me: Males can ejaculate (sperm out of their erect penis), females cannot.
Phoney/mr reasonable/Kriswest/Etc. Why do you hate women?!?!?
=D> 