Did you ever ask someone for a phone number and they replied with say, "three-six-two-o-one-four-o". The problem is "o" is not a number. I know I'm being too picky here and it doesn't really matter. Yes, maybe in some contexts it doesn't matter. But what if you needed a serial or model number. Now the difference between "o" and "zero" is important. In fact in some organizations/cultures to prevent confusion the "zero" character has a slash thru it. Just sayin . . .
We all know that not so long ago all movies were recorded on "film" and audio was recorded on "tape". I refer to those as analog recordings. Now I am not saying those are no longer made but it is not the mainstream any longer. We are in a digital world today. Recordings are made digitally and stored on disk or in solid state memory. Yet we still hear the analog names applied to recordings. Strangely, the biggest offenders are media personalities. They say things like, "We have that on tape!" or "Film at 11:00". Of course there is no tape or film and they know it. Still it goes on.
So your watching your favourite TV show and then from out of nowhere a banner appears at the bottom of the picture advertising some other show or even a product. True, it doesn't stay there long but it is still annoying. Remember this is in addition to all the commercials you have to sit thru (unless you record programs so you can whizz past them, like I do!). Oh wait, now I get it! They know you are not going to whizz past these banners and so you will have to see these adds. #%>@&^!
To a fan leaving the stadium, "Tell me what you think about the outcome of the game tonight?" The fan replies, "Well we think that the team played really well and deserved that win." Really,"we think"! I hear this kind of reply a lot during interviews on TV. Its like the respondent can't accept sole responsibility by just saying "I" opting for the "we" instead. Unless they all have some imaginary "other" by there side, I just don't get it.
I have this hang up about knowing the difference between the ground and the floor. Seems pretty simple right? If you are standing outside say, then what is below your feet is the ground. Whereas if you are standing in a building then what is below your feet is the floor. It could be a wood floor or concrete floor or even a dirt floor. But its still a floor! Therefore, if someone says, I saw it laying on the ground you shouldn't expect it to be in fact laying on the kitchen FLOOR! Yet people fail to see the distinction.
This distinction may be a result of my generation (yes, I am pretty old) or where I grew up. So lets just go there. I grew up in North St. Louis City and we had two metal cans in the alley. One was short, the other tall. Both had metal lids. In the short one went only biodegradable kitchen scrapes. Today those might be put into a compost ben. The other tall can got everything else. The short can was known as the "garbage can" while the tall can was known as the "trash can". On pick up day, the garbage truck emptied the garbage can (both very stinky) and a separate trash truck emptied the trash can. So today when I hear folks say "Its time to put out the garbage" or "the garbage truck is coming" I just have to cringe a little.
Sometimes you are looking for a business location and all you have is the street number and name of the place. Say its a small restaurant you read about in the newspaper. So you are driving down this street and looking for the street number. Good Luck! Usually the best you can do is find a number on another building somewhere on that block. Now for me its just an inconvenience but what if it was an emergency? How are "first responders" supposed to find the correct location. It seems like a simple requirement in the building code to have a street number of specified size located on a specified place for each building would be a simple solution.
I have noticed for some time now that the word "actress" is no longer used when referring to a female actor. Now it seems they are all actors, male and female. I don't know about you, but I still like the female to be called an actress.
I know this started several years ago, but it still annoys me to no end. Here's the gripe. Not in all movies but in many, at the end of a scene, the audio portion of the next scene begins before the video does. In other words you begin hearing the sounds and maybe even dialog of the next scene while still viewing the end of the present scene. Why is that happening? Do directors really think it adds to the drama somehow?
Does anyone really need to know the name of every staff person involved in the making of the movie? And why have it at both the beginning and at the end? I say OK, after the title, give the names of the lead actors and that's it. Then put the whole list only at the end for those who need to see it for what ever reason.
So you pay your $7, $8 or maybe even $10 to see this new block buster movie at your favorite big screen theater. (Of course that doesn't include any large outlays now required for a bag of popcorn and a soda.) You get to your seat and wait for the movie to begin. Finally, right at the advertised show start time, the lights dim and the screen comes alive. But wait, what's this "Zoom Zoom" stuff? A car ad! No, tell me it isn't so. Then, to add insult to injury it is followed by yet another ad and maybe even another. Yes, the marketing folks have now invaded the movie screen in yet another way. (Note that product imbedding has been a mainstay for years.) Direct advertising. I guess we shouldn't be that surprised. Just because we pay for something, doesn't guarantee that it will be ad free. Its been going on for ever it seems in print media and its getting worse. Look at the adds in the daily newspaper or any magazine you pay far. Not to mention Cable TV.
I have been trying hard for that last few years to eat more healthy food at home and away. I like to eat out a lot. So I have to be really vigilant about what I'm ordering from the menu. Lately I have noticed that the use of bacon as an added ingredient in prepared foods as well as sandwiches and salads has not just increased, it has exploded. It seems that those tasked with creating the next new dish cannot resist adding bacon. And many are now doing it without warning. Some will say that it isn't always real bacon, like that makes me feel any better about it. Now if you like eating bacon, fine. I'm not trying to outlaw it. But maybe it should be treated like an add on option so that there is a choice. Like ordering a pizza, . . . "Would you like bacon on that?" "No! Thank you."
How many times have you seen someone toss litter out the car window while driving down the street or road? And they will toss anything from a gum wrapper to a full bag of garbage including cans and bottles. And drivers that smoke are notorious for flipping their cigarette butts out the window. Also there are those that think any parking lot is a great place to empty that overflowing ashtray. The attitude of these people just drives me crazy. Do they think that the streets, roads and parking lots are their personal dumpster?
When did it become OK to replace "more fun" with "funner" or "most fun" with "funnest"?
This is hard to explain in words. And it seems more common here in Winnipeg but of course not everyone here speaks like this, thank God. To listen to these people talk is almost painful to me. They don't just talk normally. Their every phrase comes out with a whine and I am sure that they are not even aware of it. Even when they make a statement it comes out sounding like a 'Why is everyone picking on me' question.
These are the people that ignore the merge signs and rush to the very end and then want to cut into the lane where everyone else has been sitting and waiting in line from way way back because they correctly obeyed the merge sign. This can also occur at long left turn lines. If I had my way these folks would loose their driving privileges for at least a year.
I contend that no matter how great you may think a piece of music may sound, chances are that your neighbor or the people in the other car don't really want to hear it. This is especially true if the other guy doesn't even consider it music.
Kids will be kids especially if no one is there to keep them in check. Often it seems that I find young children running wild in the mall, grocery store or even at a special event or place. The parents are near by of course, but they are otherwise unaware or just care less what their kids are doing.
I think that a bark, you know that loud noise a dog makes, is the most annoying sound ever made by man or beast. I hate it. And a dog that barks continuously can drive me absolutely and completely nuts. Of course you can't really blame the dog, that's their nature. But I can and do blame the owners. Where are they?? (See "Where Are The Parents?" above, aren't they related?)
Don't get me wrong, there are some funny commercials, but my grip here is the amount of commercials we are now being subject to on just about any radio or TV program. Gone are the days when a commercial break was just that, "A" commercial, not 10 of them! And what about the running of the same commercial over and over again in a given program? Anyway, its the percentage of time that commercials are taking from any program that is becoming intolerable. How much will the audience put up with? Is there a point of diminished returns? I don't understand marketing to really predict an outcome, but it seems to me that something has got to give. Surely, no one will listen or watch a one hour program that is 59 minutes of commercials . . . or will they? Yes, I think its called an "Infomercial".
When I open a magazine that I paid lots of money for, I don't want to have to deal with all of those cards. It is bad enough that the magazine is already full of one and two page adds. Now they also have these cards. You cannot avoid them. Some will just fall at your feet while others require pulling and ripping to get them out of your way so you can read what you bought the magazine for in the first place. For a while I retaliated by simply sticking all of those cards in the mail. No I didn't fill them out first. Just sent them blank hoping to annoy whomever gets them. But that got old too.
Now to appreciate this pet peeve, you have to understand that I like pepper. Lots of pepper. Almost anytime that I am eating at a restaurant and try to get pepper from the shaker on the table, nothing comes out. Or very little comes out. Remember I like lots. The problem is a simple one to solve. You see its not because the holes are plugged up or the shaker is empty. No its almost always because the person that fills the shakers fills them too much. I have unscrewed the tops off many restaurant shakers and pepper just comes gushing out in great abundance. It is not just filled to the rim but above the rim and the top screwed on tight compressing the extra pepper down. Now there remains no room for the pepper to shake free when you turn it over and shake. Nothing can come out. Simple solution is for all restaurant owners out there to instruct their trusty shaker fillers to only fill the pepper shakers no more than three quarters full. QED
Most of my clothes are size medium. So I always look on the racks for the big "M" on the tag. Do you know how hard it is to find the "M"? Sure there is a few here and there but not a lot to choose from. Now if I wanted "L", "XL" or even, in many cases, "XXL", no problem. I guess it might be that the garment industry is just responding to the so called "Obesity Epidemic" in North America. But not everyone is obese, at least not yet! I have asked clerks why they have tons of all sizes above medium and few of the others. The usual reply is that is what the distributors send them. They get small quantities of the "S" and "M's" and lots of the others. In other words its out of their control. What you see is what you get.
If you have ever been bumped into while walking somewhere, chances are that either you or the other person was not looking in the same direction as you were walking. I see it all the time. A person will be walking at a full clip forward while looking continuously (not just glancing over) the other way. Some may even be walking backwards thinking no one is behind them. Then they seem shocked when suddenly they crash into someone.
This may just be a male thing, but I know that I have been smacked on occasion by a purse welding woman unaware of the situation. It can happen on an airplane if you are seated in the aisle seat and passengers are boarding. Usually the person has at least one carry-on bag as well as this huge purse slung off one shoulder. While looking for places to put the carry-on bag or while storing the carry-on bag, she is usually unaware of what that swinging hulk of a purse is doing in the mean time to the seated along her path. But it has happened in shopping malls and on stairways as well. The point is I now am watchful for such attacks because I know they can hurt, especially if one of those 30 pound sacks happens to swing into a male sensitive location with full force. Getting hit in the face is one thing but getting it in the . . . 'nough said.
Why do people insist on carrying on a conversation or business meeting in the middle of an aisle or stairway or doorway? It is rude to those trying to get past them. Is it so difficult to step out of the traffic zones?
OK so you go to the counter to be waited on but the clerk is on the phone. Obviously with a customer. So that's ok, you can wait till he gets off. So finally he does hang up only to pick up a new incoming call. "What about me!", I want to scream. After all, I took the time and effort to come to you. Yes, here I am standing in front of you. Me, a real live customer. But no, you ignore me to go to the phone instead.
My opinion is that the live customer should always take president over a ringing phone, period. But we seldom if ever are. One time however, I went to a U-Haul counter and a young man behind the counter went to a ringing phone, although I was there before the phone started to ring. An older man also behind the counter, maybe the manager, waited until the younger man hung up and then proceeded to tell him how he was never again to answer the phone when he had a waiting customer at the counter already. I was gratified. I thanked the older man and told him how much I, as a customer, appreciated his attitude. He obviously had some real business savvy. You see, I think a customer in the house is worth 10 on the phone.