I'm a victim not the perpetrator here, but some asshole keeps making off with shit people put in the office refrigerator - you know, like their lunches, salad dressing, etc. labelled with their name. You really, really had to have my leftover lasagna, Jane's Target brand "lite" ceasar salad dressing, and Ben's muscle milk? WTF is wrong with you.

My asshole move: When the self-check out at CVS or wherever gets hung up because it failed to sense that, yes, I did in fact put my damn Jr Mints in the bag, and then I have to wait forever for an employee to come reset the thing, I grab a dozen or two bags on my way out. Good trash bags for the car, etc.

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Anonymous wrote:I press the "Close Doors" button on elevators when I see or hear people coming. I work on the top floor and hate having to stop and 11 floors before mine.

When I finish drinking a glass of water at work, I put the empty/dirty glass in the office of someone who treats everyone poorly. Fun fact: I am not the only one who does this.

Wow. Not only an asshole but an idiot.

The Close Door button is supposed to be disabled in the US. ADA.

The ADA is so passe.

If a neighbor told me not to park in front of their house I would want to be nice about it, but I am an asshole and wouldn't be able to help myself from laughing in their face.

Anonymous wrote:I tailgate people who are driving way under the speed limit, or pass them on the right, in the hopes that they either get the hell out of my way or at least realize that everyone behind them hates them. In the absence of heavy traffic, there is no excuse for going 25mph on a Beltway on-ramp. People who cannot grasp this should drive on highways.

Have you ever wondered why people drive a little slower or more cautiously? The could be old, sick, physically impaired.

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Anonymous wrote:I cut conversations with my girl friends short when they go into discussions of their relationships with men. I can't stand "will he call me back?" "Why did he say that?" and such. I sincerely don't care about this department. I get rude when they intend to share their bedroom adventures tails. I don't think its "girly" , I think it's low. I am tagged as a cold person for that.

I agree, I won't stand for the bedroom stuff. I can't take it, grosses me out and yes low. Those are woman who are regressed and immature.

Ditto on the boring relationship talk. I never understood that. But the sex talk? Bring it on. Something about people like you who hate hearing it makes me overshare personal sex details. The worse, the better. I don't know why I'm cheeky!!

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Anonymous wrote:I deliberstely slow down, to belolw the speed limit, when someone is tailgating me.

Me too.

+1

Anonymous wrote:I spit my gum out on the sidewalk.

That's just unsanitary and classless.

I'm reformed now, but about 25 years ago, in the throes of new mommyhood, I lectured another mom neighbor about how she really should have breastfed. I'm still mortified thinking about it to this day. She didn't show it, but she had to be thinking what a jerk I was.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I deliberstely slow down, to belolw the speed limit, when someone is tailgating me.

Me too.

Same.

Anonymous wrote:I cut conversations with my girl friends short when they go into discussions of their relationships with men. I can't stand "will he call me back?" "Why did he say that?" and such. I sincerely don't care about this department. I get rude when they intend to share their bedroom adventures tails. I don't think its "girly" , I think it's low. I am tagged as a cold person for that.

I agree, I won't stand for the bedroom stuff. I can't take it, grosses me out and yes low. Those are woman who are regressed and immature.

I don't answer the door for solicitors, even if they see me and know I'm home. I don't care.

Anonymous wrote:I deliberstely slow down, to belolw the speed limit, when someone is tailgating me.

Me too.

I deliberstely slow down, to belolw the speed limit, when someone is tailgating me.

I also press the close door button as soon as I get on the elevator at work or in my apartment building to prevent others from getting on.

I throw out Christmas cards immediately after I open them. I will glance at the cute pics and smile. And I will read the entire family update newsletter. But they all go right in the trash, they don't even make it to Christmas.