<p>I am also aware of some situations where the ill person feels he can’t let his family down because they want him to be a “fighter.” The ill person may have things he’d like to say to his loved ones but they shut him up because “You’re not going to die, Dad; you’re a fighter!” Only the ill person knows how he really feels, and he may not be fighting anymore.</p>
<p>It’s a cheerleader phrase when none is called for, IMHO.</p>
<p>Agree with MiamiDAP about dog owners who don’t leash their dogs when outside with them. I know you think your dog is the sweetest, gentlest, friendliest creature on the planet but it really isn’t your call . . . it’s the LAW to keep your dog on the leash. And for good reason.</p>
<p>People who run their private tutoring business from the public library, taking up every available table and talking non-stop from 3PM to 9PM.</p>
<p>The teachers that don’t do their jobs well during the school day, but then make a deal to tutor each others’ students after school for $80 an hour.</p>
<p>The parents that don’t want to stay home or arrange for suitable childcare and so tell their obnoxious middle-schoolers to go to library after school where they eat crumbly snacks on the tables and get rowdy.</p>
<p>The fact that my tax bill now includes an extra charge just for the library, in addition to the regular funds dedicated to it, which allow all the above to happen.</p>
<p>Oh, and when people talk about the person recently deceased from cancer and say, “He NEVER complained!” Really? Never? Makes me feel awful, because I know I am not saint enough to never complain if I were dying, since I complain if I stub my toe.</p>
<p>I am annoyed by parents of small kids who let their small kids run loose in shopping places like Costco where people are pushing big heavy carts, busy and not really on the look out for little guys in their path. What is it with people? Stores are not playgrounds, and even at the park or playground you need to watch your kids. Also bugs me when parents let really little ones stand up in the cart or crawl around in it.</p>
<p>Here’s another… people who write in their public blog as if it’s a private diary, and post things that might be okay to feel in private if you must but REALLY should never be said out loud. Like my sister, who was upset that her best friend’s long unemployed DH finally managed to find a job while her H couldn’t find a /better/ job, and who wrote that it makes her sick to her stomach to hear that I get to go house shopping in the same post as mentioning that she thinks if she just doesn’t pay any of her debts for ten years the government will just make them go away.</p>
<p>co-workers that clip their nails at their desk. IMO, this should be done in the bathroom </p>
<p>ugh - had a guy that did it every other day. I complained to HR about him after he wouldn’t stop when I politely asked him. He told me to get over myself. I stood in front of him and flossed once and he finally got the point.</p>
<p>nj2011mom - I am in awe of your solution. That’s amazing. </p>
<p>I really get annoyed by people using cell phones on planes during take off and flight. It wastes so much of the flight attendants’ time. And who knows - it might cause a flight problem one day, and I don’t want to be in the plane when it happens.</p>
<p>Recently a flight attendant had to tell the person next to me several times to turn her phone off, and finally stood next to her while she did it. And as soon as the flight attendant left, the person turned her phone right back on, and was still talking as we taxied and took off.</p>
<p>The GFG–it seems unbelievable that a person would never complain through years of dealing with cancer, but a son of close friends who died last year from cancer of the brain after 7 years of surgeries and tough treatments, really never complained. His parents confirmed it. He denied that he was particularly brave or strong, but I beg to differ.</p>
I’m the one who posted about this before–WHY do they do this? They must be trained to do it this way–it seems to me that in olden times cashiers gave you the coins first.</p>
<p>What’s even worse is checking out and having them demand my email address. Seriously. They don’t ask – they basically fold it into the transaction as if it’s required. Retailers do this all the time and it annoys the heck out of me. Or they will ask for my zip code. I feel bad refusing the information because I fear the cashier is measured by how many customers s/he gets the info from.</p>
<p>When cashiers ask me for my phone number (or other such info), I tell them I’m not allowed to give that out to strange women (or men, as the case may be).</p>
<p>When asked for a phone number, I have given our fax line (one digit off our home phone), which we recently cancelled.<br>
When asked for an email, I give one that I don’t use anymore.
If an establishment gets annoyed by this, well, I kind of feel we’re even.</p>
<p>I always say, “I’m sorry but I don’t give out my phone number or my email address.” I’ve never had anyone persist with the request. I don’t mind giving them my zip code.</p>
<p>The zip code, I am pretty sure, is for credit card authorization. The pump at the gas station I use requires it now. I don’t think that’s in the same category as asking for phone or email.</p>
<p>That has always bothered me. Some people are very stoic and/or internalize their pain and their fears. But these statements always seem to imply that this is something everyone should aspire to. Cancer is a painful, scary, and sometimes very demoralizing experience. I think it would be an additional burden on the patient to feel that others would admire him or respect him more if he “never” complained. I’m not even sure if that’s healthy, quite frankly.</p>
<p>The trend for more and more stores and restaurants to refer to me as “Guest” (…you are Guest #14- we will call you when your order is ready…)- Target, Wendy’s, and many more. If I were a guest, I would not be paying for service. Also, if I am really a guest, they should know my name and not refer to me by a number! I am a customer and NOT a guest. It just bugs the heck out of me!</p>
<p>While checking out at TJ Maxx with an AmEx, the cashier asked me to read her the security code off my credit card so she could enter it. I handed the card to her and she said, “You could just tell me” so I advised her of the idiocy of reading a security code out loud. I’m still not sure if she understood what I was talking about.</p>