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The sound of a Prius. Oh, don't get me wrong, if one wishes to own one, more power to them; freedom is a wonderful thing. I'll just take the sound of a finely tuned, roaring V8 over something that sounds a Dust Buster. :p

My EcoBoost F-150 sounds like a sewing machine with its tiny little V6. And it will blow the doors off a Chevy Duramax all day long. Don't ask me how I know. ;)
 
I have NEW pet peeve. I've just driven five miles home from town on our local six-lane highway, and, with nothing in front of me for a mile, and nobody else behind me, I was tailgated most of the way by a woman talking on her 'hands-free'.

WT* is wrong with these people?
 
I have NEW pet peeve. I've just driven five miles home from town on our local six-lane highway, and, with nothing in front of me for a mile, and nobody else behind me, I was tailgated most of the way by a woman talking on her 'hands-free'.

WT* is wrong with these people?

She was drafting. :)
 
Classified ad responses that go like this -

THEM: I'm interested in your (fill in the blank). Is it still available?

ME: Yes, it is.

THEM: Crickets.
 
I can't stand it when anyone says, "That begs the question."
Probably the same lot as the "irregardless" and "could care less" misusers.

Could care less... :p;););):D

instead of saying "it is what it is" put your big girl/boy panties on and accept the challenge.. be proactive don't settle with being mediocre.
This is often something said as a coping measure and I've heard it from folks that have extremely successful lives. The reality is, why sit in a puddle on the floor when some things regardless how hard you try can't be solved by your own effort. Focus on what you can change or effect. I've never seen the statement "It is what it is" as a statement of failure. YMMV

I can see how it would be a coping method, I've also used it to describe situations (perhaps lazy), but I've had it used on me when I've been accused of doing something wrong and in the midst of me trying to explain why I did what I did was told "it is what it is"... shutting down the conversation in the most smug way!!!

My EcoBoost F-150 sounds like a sewing machine with its tiny little V6. And it will blow the doors off a Chevy Duramax all day long. Don't ask me how I know. ;)

Towing or racing???


I have NEW pet peeve. I've just driven five miles home from town on our local six-lane highway, and, with nothing in front of me for a mile, and nobody else behind me, I was tailgated most of the way by a woman talking on her 'hands-free'.

WT* is wrong with these people?

Coming back home on a very rural section of two lane freeway out in the countryside, no traffic visible for miles and miles... when some city driver comes wailing up behind me in the right lane, tailgates for a bit, then zips into the left lane................................................ and cuts right back in front of me in the right lane with less than a car length to spare!!! Arrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! :mad:
 
Coming back home on a very rural section of two lane freeway out in the countryside, no traffic visible for miles and miles... when some city driver comes wailing up behind me in the right lane, tailgates for a bit, then zips into the left lane................................................ and cuts right back in front of me in the right lane with less than a car length to spare!!! Arrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! :mad:
And then slows down to read a text message.
 
What the heck are you guys doing? Driving Miss Daisy? The gas Is on the right...:s0140:

Just driving along doing 10mph over the 70mph speed limit, enjoying the day, enjoying the view. Don't need to touch the gas when it's on cruise control... until some azzhat cuts right in front of me when there is 10miles of clear road there for him/her/ze to pull back in. :s0003::s0007::s0019::s0024::s0010::s0130::s0035::s0130::s0031:


My wife and I were pulling the 28' trailer back from Snake River going from Baker City to La Grande when this jerk started his move to cut back in before he was even past my front wheel. I jammed on the brakes, swerved to the right, and laid on the horn! He continued to pull into the right lane, barely missing me, and never even looked around or into his mirror. He didn't hear the double horns I have on my truck?????????????

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Classified ad responses that go like this -

THEM: I'm interested in your (fill in the blank). Is it still available?

ME: Yes, it is.

THEM: Crickets.
Bugs me too, CD.

Often on Craigslist, fake responders collect lists of emails to pair up with names, phone numbers, addresses or any other info they might glean from posters willing to pour out the details.

I frequently get this when I'm looking to jam with a singing guitar player nearby...

"Waht is you best price this item."
 
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"Smart"phone spellcheck turning grammatically correct texts or emails into illiterate, mis-spelled drivel. I can look plenty stupid without any extra help.
 
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People that eat slow. Eat now, taste it later.
I'm a slow eater...and methodical about it.
Either eat one item at a time, OR try to make sure there are equal bites of each saving the best bites for last.
I'll also search for the perfect show to TV tray a meal, and usually by the time I pick, my food is cold. Effing OCD!
We're you peeved when I took my time eating that delicious pork loin your wife served?:s0108:
 
A minor one that has resurfaced as we've been traveling a lot the last two weeks: jackasses who dive into an elevator without letting those on board to get out, with all their trappings, luggage rack, and assorted crap, thus blocking those trying to disembark. Kids are given a mulligan, of course, but anyone 25+ years of age, get with the program, it is common sense. (I ignore other elevator etiquettes because I don't care.)

Funny story from when we were at the casino last week: I was returning from the blackjack table and the man that arrived at the elevator at the same time was a Japanese fellow who was blitzed. As in stumbling around, holding himself up with various fixtures, mumbling to himself, etc. Oh, I had a few too, but nowhere to that zone. Anyway, we get in the elevator and he stumbles up to the buttons, drunkenly punches at the numbers, finally getting his. Normally, most people, myself included, ask others what floor when at said panel. But this guy is so far gone, I start to strategize how I'm going to work around the drunk to punch my number. Then I hear in slurred, heavily accented English "Floor number, please?" I said "five", held my hand out to show the count, because I speak no Asian language, including his. I get a "Hai!" and the correct number punched. See, even those who are loaded can pull off basic etiquette. :s0112:
 

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