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Anonymous wrote:When I let people pull in front of me while driving and they don't give me the "thank you" wave. Is it SO hard to put your hand in the air and shake it to acknowledge that I just did you a favor??

I drive with my windows closed and though I raise my hand in front of the rear view mirror I am not sure you can see me.
I am still grateful!

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Anonymous wrote:My petty vent is people who don’t check their messages for days (I can see it hasn’t been read since it’s in a chatting app).
I know it’s nothing super urgent but also I am not asking a super complicated question either

My petty vent is people who use chatting apps. If you have something important and direct, text me directly. Chatting apps are not the place for messages that require a response.

Anonymous wrote:Every day when it’s nice outside, people in the apartments across the street bring out a large low quality speaker and blast some combination of GoGo or rap with explicit lyrics that denigrate women. Half the time it ends by 10pm, but sometimes it goes much later. I can generally still hear it with my windows all closed and AC on. Cops don’t do anything. Their landlord doesn’t do anything. Unfortunately it was midday and peak hot when we toured our apt so they weren’t outside, otherwise we would’ve noped out of here. Even when it’s not late, it just makes me mad now. We are going to move. I hope it rains every evening until then.

Anonymous wrote:When I let people pull in front of me while driving and they don't give me the "thank you" wave. Is it SO hard to put your hand in the air and shake it to acknowledge that I just did you a favor??

Anonymous wrote:My vents:
-people who take up everyone else's time in the Starbucks line because they've clearly never been to a Starbucks before, never bothered to review the menu in advance, and have 8,000 questions for the barista. Do you not see the line of people behind you? And yes, I could a do a mobile order, but I like ordering my coffee hot and it's not a complicated frilly order that requires advance ordering.
-my husband's inability to find anything in our house nor throw anything out/declutter. Just put some effort into looking for xyz before asking me where it is--usually it's exactly where I say it is and he STILL cannot find it. Decluttering--just not in his vocabulary. Wants to hang onto soccer clears from high school that he will never, ever wear again, random cords to things that are probably long gone, and don't get me started on the menagerie of water bottles that just sit in the cabinet. I have gotten used to just going around him and getting rid of things but how can he possibly not see that these things have no use and we can part with them? It boggles my mind.
-backing into a parking space--why? why do you have to do this? just park normally like the rest of us or drive around and find a pull through. especially if you're not good at backing in. if you can do it in one fell swoop, then fine, you're allowed, but the rest of you who have no business reverse parking, just don't.
-slow texters (again my husband is guilty of this). finish.the.text. don't spend 5 minutes with the three dots only to say "yes." make it quick! that's the point of texting.
-app developers--stop updating your app every 5 seconds. I'd like for once to go into my CVS app or whatever without it telling me the app needs updating and of course it's at time when I'm not on wifi and I have to sit and stare at the little pie shaped thing until it finally updates and I can move on with my day. Maybe all the app people should decide on one day a year where you can update and then we get it all over with at once. This goes for you too HBO MAX/MAX whatever you're calling yourself these days who made me spend an hour on the phone with my elderly mother the other day because she couldn't figure out how to use the new MAX app and for whatever reason her tv didn't want to seamlessly convert over to the new app like the rest of our tvs did. I'd like that hour back.

Anonymous wrote:I'm 62yo and tired of working. Just tired of spending so much time on work, and sick of workplace politics.

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Anonymous wrote:My petty vent is that my DH's petty vent is becoming unbearable. He hates hearing people chew, so he has to have background noise during all of our meals--and it has to be loud enough to drown out any sound of chewing. If I want to enjoy croutons on my salad, I have to endure him giving me the death stare every time I bite a crouton and all of us have to shout over the dinner music if we want to talk to each other. It's just easier to avoid eating crunchy things at home.

my spouse always remarks when my fork touches my teeth, but hasn't yet resorted to background noise.

I only hate hearing my DH chew. It's not that he chews particularly loudly, but somehow he chews annoyingly. (Yes, I know this is absurd.)

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Anonymous wrote:#1. I hate when there is an exit and you can see a line for the turn and some @ssh@le drives all the way to the front of the turn off and forces their way in.

#2. I hate people that allow these selfish drivers cut the line.

I hate that my husband routinely does #1 as I hide and cower in the front seat while yelling at him not to!

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Anonymous wrote:My petty vent is that my DH's petty vent is becoming unbearable. He hates hearing people chew, so he has to have background noise during all of our meals--and it has to be loud enough to drown out any sound of chewing. If I want to enjoy croutons on my salad, I have to endure him giving me the death stare every time I bite a crouton and all of us have to shout over the dinner music if we want to talk to each other. It's just easier to avoid eating crunchy things at home.

my spouse always remarks when my fork touches my teeth, but hasn't yet resorted to background noise.

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Anonymous wrote:My petty vent is that my DH's petty vent is becoming unbearable. He hates hearing people chew, so he has to have background noise during all of our meals--and it has to be loud enough to drown out any sound of chewing. If I want to enjoy croutons on my salad, I have to endure him giving me the death stare every time I bite a crouton and all of us have to shout over the dinner music if we want to talk to each other. It's just easier to avoid eating crunchy things at home.

my spouse always remarks when my fork touches my teeth, but hasn't yet resorted to background noise.

Anonymous wrote:I hate how my neighbor brings in my trash cans every week. Every week I tell her it’s my DC main weekly chore. Every week she brings them in before we have a chance. I think it makes her feel neighborly, but it annoys the crap out of me.