Pet Peeve #3: Assholes, or; The Careless Disregard of Other Human Beings.
There are thousands of ways in which assholery can manifest, these are but just a couple of those instances in which I have had to suffer:
One can resonably assume that the foods in a shared refigerator at one’s workplace belong to the person who put said foods in there. Good manners dictate that one does not consume food intended for consumption by another, presumably by the one who actually purchased the food!
In other words, my dear friends, if you did not buy it, do not eat it, right? Well, assholes don’t give a fuck. They see your food, they decide they are hungry, and figure your butter would taste good on their toast. And, not content with just stealing a little bit of spread, they instead SLATHER huge heaping servings, not once, not twice, but for the rest of the week! Until, at the end of less than 2 weeks, a tub of butter meant to last a month is competely spent. Your butter is an ex-butter.
To the butter bandit who stole my $2.50, I say: I am ap-PALLED, sir!
Perhaps my standards of behavior are too high. I do strongly think that socialization should occur only in designated socilization venues. Hallways and aisles and other such places of human traffic are neither acceptable nor designated places for shooting the breeze with long-lost acquaintances or your neighbor’s preacher’s son who, being single, absolutely should meet your sister’s brother-in-law’s daughter, who is just a delightful girl and is incidentially newly single.
Regardless of whether you are two blue-haired crones in floral frocks, or a trio of plastic trophy wives gossiping about your husbands indulgences, or even harried mothers with your entire brood in tow, you do not have leave to block the entire shopping aisle with your collective bulk and your congealed carts just so you can play the “OMG! How ARE you?!” game.
Hello?! And EXCUSE ME! There are other people who have actual shopping to do, places to go, lives to be lived! You’re in our fucking way!
Shut up and move!
(The gender bias here is intentional, as I have never ONCE seen men initiate this sin; it is always their wives with whom they are saddled, the poor sods.)