*Ahem*
It's weekly ranting time!
To the people who don't seem to understand the use of turn signals: Go back to driver's ed. Reread the part of the manual where it says "You must signal before you change lanes, make a turn or pull in front of another vehicle." USE YOUR TURN SIGNALS. And if I hear the crap explanation of "I don't signal because then no one will let me in" one more time, I'm going to scream. If you don't signal, no one knows what you're going to do and it becomes even more dangerous.
To people who insist on tailgating me when I'm doing 5 over the limit: LEARN TO READ THE DAMN SPEED LIMIT SIGNS. They aren't suggestions, they're maximum safe speeds. I am not going to drive 15 miles over the limit just because you're late, impatient, illiterate, or just an asshole. I don't care if "everyone" does it, you're still breaking the law and forcing me to break the law just to keep from being involved in an accident. And don't pass me on the right in a freaking turn lane.
To the Park police: WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU PATROL THE PARKWAY? Believe me, you'd make a lot of money in tickets if you sat out there once in a while. And you might be able to stop
THE IDIOT BICYCLISTS who insist on riding ON THE PARKWAY despite the fact that there is a perfectly good paved bikepath right next to the road. You people are a menace. You're slowing down everyone else because you're going 18 in a 45 zone. The damn bikepath is there for a reason, and it's to keep you off the road, where you obviously do not belong.
And, on a less traffic oriented note,
To the electrical wiring in my office building: You suck. All I wanted was a nice space heater so I wouldn't freeze to death, and all I got was a nice embarrassing episode of having tripped a circuit breaker and shut down all the computers on the floor. Now I'm going to be cold and embarrassed.
To the person who turned off the furnace last week: Oh, come on. Could you possibly be more childish? Just because you feel like wearing a suit and tie to work doesn't give you supreme executive power over the thermostat, which happens to be in my office. If you're hot, open a freaking window and don't make decisions for the rest of the building, you jerk. And stop coming into my office and leaning over me whenever you feel like adjusting the damn temperature! I swear one day I will set it to 72 and then break the control for good.
To the person with the Ohio State fight song as their ringtone: Your day will come, my friend. And then I shall play "Hail to the Victors" incessantly and laugh.
To my face: STOP HAVING ACNE. I hate wearing foundation. I want normal skin. I am 22 and I am tired of looking like a pizza.
This ends our regularly scheduled rant.
To the people who don't seem to understand the use of turn signals: Go back to driver's ed. Reread the part of the manual where it says "You must signal before you change lanes, make a turn or pull in front of another vehicle." USE YOUR TURN SIGNALS. And if I hear the crap explanation of "I don't signal because then no one will let me in" one more time, I'm going to scream. If you don't signal, no one knows what you're going to do and it becomes even more dangerous.
To people who insist on tailgating me when I'm doing 5 over the limit: LEARN TO READ THE DAMN SPEED LIMIT SIGNS. They aren't suggestions, they're maximum safe speeds. I am not going to drive 15 miles over the limit just because you're late, impatient, illiterate, or just an asshole. I don't care if "everyone" does it, you're still breaking the law and forcing me to break the law just to keep from being involved in an accident. And don't pass me on the right in a freaking turn lane.
To the Park police: WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU PATROL THE PARKWAY? Believe me, you'd make a lot of money in tickets if you sat out there once in a while. And you might be able to stop
THE IDIOT BICYCLISTS who insist on riding ON THE PARKWAY despite the fact that there is a perfectly good paved bikepath right next to the road. You people are a menace. You're slowing down everyone else because you're going 18 in a 45 zone. The damn bikepath is there for a reason, and it's to keep you off the road, where you obviously do not belong.
And, on a less traffic oriented note,
To the electrical wiring in my office building: You suck. All I wanted was a nice space heater so I wouldn't freeze to death, and all I got was a nice embarrassing episode of having tripped a circuit breaker and shut down all the computers on the floor. Now I'm going to be cold and embarrassed.
To the person who turned off the furnace last week: Oh, come on. Could you possibly be more childish? Just because you feel like wearing a suit and tie to work doesn't give you supreme executive power over the thermostat, which happens to be in my office. If you're hot, open a freaking window and don't make decisions for the rest of the building, you jerk. And stop coming into my office and leaning over me whenever you feel like adjusting the damn temperature! I swear one day I will set it to 72 and then break the control for good.
To the person with the Ohio State fight song as their ringtone: Your day will come, my friend. And then I shall play "Hail to the Victors" incessantly and laugh.
To my face: STOP HAVING ACNE. I hate wearing foundation. I want normal skin. I am 22 and I am tired of looking like a pizza.
This ends our regularly scheduled rant.