Continuing on from the last dramatic instalment of people who irritate me sometimes. Nine more people who want to see the world burn.
- People who don’t allow others to exit trains/shops/doors before they try to enter—This is basic maths, a limited number of people can fit in said object, therefore one must exit said object to allow others to enter. Basic maths I tell you.
- People who don’t stop for pedestrians at zebra crossings—None of this “wait until the pedestrian has their foot on it and maybe I’ll stop”, no, just stop and let me cross the road without the risk of having my foot run over.
- People who try to do banter and end up calling you fat–or something else as offensive–instead and still insisting that it’s funny—it’s not funny and you just insulted me. Twat.
True story: My colleague tried to do “banter” with me once like this:
ME: We should switch parents, I wouldn’t mind parents who’d buy me a car.
COLLEAGUE: Haha yeah! Actually no, let’s not switch because I like two parents and your dad is dead hahahaha.
Or that other time:
ME: Climbing the stairs to the 10th floor is seriously hard work!
COLLEAGUE: It’s because you have to carry all that fat.
- People who smoke in enclosed spaces—Please take your cancer elsewhere. Thanks. Bye.
- People who don’t accept your decision to say no to social gatherings, for collections, for anything — Shockingly, not everyone wants to donate money, come to your summer BBQ or leave work early to have ice cream with people they don’t like when they can just go home.
- People who slurp drinks. Over and over. All day long — Yes, Slurpy McSlurpson, I mean you.
- People who put the context of their emails in the subject line — and then leave the email blank. I’m probably going to ignore you. The subject line is for, shock horror, the subject, which is not “I am going to be” and then followed by “10 minutes late” in the email.
- People who don’t appreciate personal differences in personal space — Need I say more. Just get out of my space.
- People who yell through their mobiles on public transport — Or have obnoxious ringtones. Or ringtones in general. Does your phone not come with a silent mode?
I know what you’re thinking, yeah, my colleagues are jerks. Got anyone else to add to the list?