Extra paper at the check-out at the grocery store, Target, etc. All I want is a simple receipt with the total. Period. I don’t need coupon for diapers (thank God) or Chex Party Mix, I don’t care if I’ve earned 2 points towards a Thanksgiving turkey and I don’t want to take your stinkin’ survey for a chance to win a prize.
The up-sell. I’m sure this started somewhere else a long time ago, but I first remember it at the movie theater. You order popcorn and a drink and you get “Would you like candy or nachos with that?” Yes, because clearly this bag of popcorn bigger than my head won’t be enough food for me to to survive of for the next 2 hours. But now it’s EVERYWHERE. You order a coffee and get the “Would you like a scone or muffin with that?”. One day I was at the post office buying stamps and the guy asked me if I wanted any framed Red Sox memorabiia with that. WTF? Like I would come in for a $8.40 book of stamps and decide to throw on a $45 framed photo of David Ortiz? I actually asked him if he had do it and he said yes. I gotta think these people hate doing it as much as I hate hearing it so just cut it out already.
Guys who adjust themselves in public. I’m not a man (surprise!) so I won’t pretend to know what’s going on with the junk down there, but COME ON. If we ladies have a wedgie or an itch, we do a little wiggle and try to address the situation sans hands. And if absolutely requires the use of the hand, we discretely back into a corner or go somewhere out of the view of others to address the situation. Men however just do it anywhere and everywhere. I’ve stood next to guys on trains doing it, at stores, in meetings - they just don’t care! I was walking towards a guy and his girlfriend in a Target parking lot once when I guy just full on put his hand down his pants and did whatever the hell he needed to do while pretty much looking right at me. They JUST DON’T CARE. Ick.
Waiters and waitresses that won’t write down my order. If you don’t, I will spend the next 20 minutes worried that you will forget to leave the cheese off my salad or to put the dressing on the side. And even if you do remember, I won’t be impressed. If for some reason this little memory game is something you insist on playing with yourself, fine. But humor me and just pretend to write something down. Or just draw a picture of me with devil horns. I don’t mind.
Thank you!! i hate the upsell – radio shack is horrible – they trained their peeps to repeat the offer three times – on the second offer to look at a “great new cell phone” i told the clerk i would rather put burning hot knitting needles in my eyes than look at the phone”. he couldn’t manage attempt three. at best buy i nearly walked out and enough with the credit card offers at best buy – banana republic automatically issued me a visa card “because you qualify and I can’t override that” so I had to call and cancel the visa when I got home – which of course got issued anyways meaning I had to call again. I long for the good old days of paying and leaving.
… when people talk on their cell phones at local shops, thrust the money in the person’s hand, take the change and never stop the conversation. i feel the very personal need to apologize to the person behind the counter.
i hate that most of all….
re: self-adjusting with men. unfortunately, this is the reality. you said it – you’ve seen dozens of men do it. that’s because they’re, well, men.