When I was in high school, I worked at a movie theater. I had to deal with people constantly, and stupid people frequently. But I always made a point of being as professional as I could, even as a lowly ticket-taker/floor-sweeper in a vest and a bow tie. Respectful of other people, even when they were being retarded. Really, I didn't even think about it, that's just the way you did it. It seems that mentality is basically dead.
It's like nobody cares enough to do their best.
Except Chik-Fil-A. I've never been disappointed with their service.
I've never been to a Chik-Fil-A.
They weren't around in the midwest (or at least not in the Chicago area) for the longest time, and something about the name has always bothered me. I keep trying to figure out how it makes sense.
that's another peeve of mine, stupid business names.
I thought those homophobes weren't open on The Sabbath? You know what I hate? I hate it when my Magik Underwear is so worn out that I can read the paper through them. What is even sadder is that I'm not making this up. The cost is another thing... Good Glob, no wonder I wear them until they're the consistency of spider silk. I just dropped three notes on a fresh batch for the Frau and me.
People saying they don't like dark beer and then calling a pale ale a dark beer.
Dark isn't a beer flavor damnit!
Was thinking of this thread today. I'm starting therapy soon guys, I promise.
Girls who's toes point outward. Can't stand to watch girls walk when their toes point out and they swing their feet side to side as they walk. I'm usually pretty down on guys for having silly pet peeves about women that cause them to discount perfectly wonderful women but poor posture (this falls under that, imo) is an immediate deal breaker for me. Put your shoulders back, hold your head up and move your feet forward and back when you walk, not side to side.
Flip flops.
smacking on the pavement
scraping across the concrete
This is why I can't go to the Gateway Mall.