Here's my 2 pesos:
I cant stand when people drive slow in the fast lane.
Drivers who are more focused on their cell phone conversation than on the road, and slow to a crawl when the conversation gets intense.
Soccer moms who drive the Ford Excursion (or some other vehicle that was built to invade a small country) and they will proceede at 2.1 mph to cross a speed bump or railroad tracks. Why did you buy the car?
Someone who calls your house and then ask, "Who's this?" Hey buddy, you called me. Didn't you know who you were dialing, or did you just punch in some random numbers?
My biggest PP: When you are in class all day and you have NO money and all you can think of is going home and eating the leftovers you had from Chilli's last night when someone took you out to eat. "Mmmmm you think to yourself, those mashed potatoes and chicken fried steak are going to taste so good." They might not, but since it's gonna be your last shot at a real meal until your Pell check comes in, you're all about savoring the moment. You cant even focus on the last 15 minutes of class. it just about getting home to your leftovers. You rush home, fling your backpack on the floor and rip the door open to the fridge, and there's nothing there. You turn around and see the EMPTY styrofoam take-home contaner on the countertop all open and stuff with just some sad crumbs left over. And you look over and your slacker a** roomate is asleep on the couch (big dumb grin on his face) having just finished your dinner while you were in class and he was skipping because he was hungover. And your hunger is all consuming and all you have to eat is that damn package of Lipton noodles that has been in your cabinet for three months but you don't have any milk to make it with. Don't ya'll hate that?
[This message has been edited by lifesaver (edited August 17, 2000).]
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