Things that annoy me

What the Fuck!?!

(Look out, I drop the F-bomb quite a few times in here. Sorry. I know it's tacky, but I'm in a MOOD.) Okay, okay. I've cleaned it up. I'm calmer now.

Hi kids! Did everyone have a good holiday season? Good!/I'm sorry... (whichever applies to your situation). Mine was nice, thanks for asking. Glad it's over and everything is back to normal now.
This last week I finally ventured back out into the shopping world, having sworn all stores were shunned from my life FOREVER after the @!&%! Christmas shopping hell. But, we do need to eat on occasion, so I had to hit the Mega-Mondo Super Duper Consume-til-you-explode Mart of Super Deals So You Can Keep Up With the Joneses (otherwise and heretofore known as Costco). And I remembered why I hate people. Not YOU, obviously, just the stupid ones who are hell-bent on annoying the living crap out of me.
I can't very well strangle them in public, and apparently the tongue-lashings aren't working, so I've decided to take it out on you. I also have issues with some inanimate objects.
This could very well be an ongoing blog, so feel free to add what you see fit.

Ahem. WTF Is Up With:

~Not making eye contact does not excuse a person from having done a rude, annoying or downright anti-social act. Just because you pretend you don't see me doesn't mean I don't see you, you mental toddler. Don't cut in line in front of me just because you have one item in your giant cart and my giant cart is overflowing on coupon day. You know, you might try nicely asking if I would mind terribly if you went in front of me, because amazingly: sometimes I'm nice. Make eye contact and use your big-boy voice, dumbass. Try me.

~Packaging! Why is there SO DAMN MUCH Packaging?! I bought a two-pack of mascara today (coupon!) as I need a lot of help to look this hot. Each tube is about 2 centimeters in circumference and maybe 13 cm in length. And they were packaged in 3 square feet (I swear!) of a combination of clamshell plastic, steel-reinforced cardboard and NASA-approved bonding glue. WTF?
Why is it that every time I buy something I have to wrestle it out of material that can hurt me? My husband has lost a couple of clamshell-package battles and really needed stitches, but he was too embarrassed to go to the ER. Not to mention the environmental factor; there's enough petroleum in the packaging the spiral light bulbs come in to fund a Saudi's new Lexus and negate any benefit of using the spiral bulb. WTF? Is it a subtle lesson in irony? Do they think we're stupid? Yes, yes they do.

~Why is it that we can't walk anywhere anymore? My Costco is across the street from a strip mall of super stores. Circuit City, Petsmart, Zurcher's, The Dollar Tree, all lined up nicely in their hugeness just waiting for you to come spend money on shit you probably could live without. They have a giant parking lot there. Costco, across the street, also has a giant parking lot. We usually have to go to Petsmart for something, so I figure it's a good idea to just walk over after the Costco Experience. You know, get some exercise, save some gas.
There's one catch: You can't walk across the street. Well, you can, but it's an exercise in car-dodging and puddle-jumping. There are no crosswalks, and barely a sidewalk, and people drive 60 mph to get from the light at the corner to the parking lot 100 meters away. I'm not joking. People look at me like I'm the idiot for not getting back in my car, getting my daughter buckled in, waiting in line to get out of the parking lot, driving across the street, and finding another parking space. There are a couple of strip malls on the other side of the valley that you literally cannot walk from one end to the other. You have to drive. Seriously, do you still wonder why we have an obesity problem? Why OPEC laughs their asses off at every meeting? GET OFF YOUR ASS AND WALK!

~You people who equate your pets with children? Now, before anyone gets pissed at me, know this: I am an animal fanatic. I have, over the last 15 years, shared my home with (notice I didn't say owned): 6 dogs, 12 cats, 4 rodents, umpteen fish, 3 rabbits, 4 lizards and 3 frogs. I have bawled my eyes out every time one has died. My original major was zoology, my degree is in Animal Behaviorism. Ok? I like the critters.
BUT: WTF is up with people who spend thousands of dollars on a "designer breed" when there are animals being destroyed by the thousands in shelters, put your dogs on prozac, give your cats chemotherapy, and would buy pink or baby blue sweaters, beds and woobies for your new puppy or kitten? Get a life! Have a child! They're animals. Love them for what they are; stop anthropomorphizing them to make yourself feel better.

Whew....ok. There's my rant for today. Stay tuned for more as things continue to annoy me, and feel free to add your own WTF moment.
Cheers!