Still too many slow drivers on the roads......slow because they are busy chatting on their cell phone or blabbing away with passengers......or just don't know when to push the gas pedal and when to hit the brakes........or Lord knows....when to use their turn signals.... :rolleyes:

People who have divorced reality and married their anxiety only to attempt a polygamous relationship with everyone else in their life.

Mine all start at 1.
Maybe you are standing on the wrong side of the fan?

I never said they didn't start at 1.

I have one right behind me with lowest fan speed at 1.....then speeds up with each sequential number up to 3 being the highest speed.

Another one in my house starts off with highest fan speed (#1) and then slows down with each succeeding number up to #3.

:rolleyes:

Cheap household flashlights that require one push for on, but three for off.
I just want on and off...not flashing or emergency light.

Buttons on new shirt come loose after 5 uses.
Buttons almost don't fit in button hole

And I can't do up my collar button anymore!

People who stop 2-3 car lengths behind the car in front. Left turners must wait for the next green light, because of these numbskulls.

^^^this!!!

The worse numbskull, is the guy that is behind the first guy. The green arrow comes on, the first guy is sleeping at the switch and numbnuts #2 does not hit the horn so by the time they wake up only these 2 idiots got to turn left...

Forever texting .. the least attentive drivers of the lot .. gotta make use of every idle moment, donchaknow

Oh Brother!!!
On the way to my Dr.'s office a few days ago, we're all doing 80 - 85 (I'm doing 90 in the HOV lane).
I come up on a pickup going about 60 in the HOV lane, I pass him on the right, and sure enough, he's looking at and hitting the keypad on his cell phone.
:mad:

That's a different (personal) issue ;)

I have no reservations about laying on my horn in those situations. Person in front of me wants to be a nice guy - no problem - but he's going to hear someone's horn.....I only wish it was louder! :cool:

I've been sixth in lime and my horn is the only one sounding... And if some in front of me is Texting or playing with their Fuchen phone, they got 0.25 second to move or they they got a horn blast.

Yeah I hear ya, brother. Cell phone zombies everywhere! :mad:

https://globalnews.ca/news/3705488/distracted-driving-causes-more-crashes-in-ontario-than-intoxication-speeding-opp/

Another per peeve of mine (noticed it today): I hate it when police, chp, and sherrif's don't use their blinkers. For pete's sake, set an example guys!

I’m sick of ‘super moons’ and ‘super storms’ and ‘bomb cyclones’
It used to just get cold. It used to just snow. The moon used to just be . . . the moon. Sometimes the moon was a little sliver. Sometimes it was full. Mostly it was in between.

Not anymore. These days, nothing can be normal. Now a full moon is a “supermoon.” A cold snap is a “polar vortex.” A snowstorm is a “bomb cyclone.”

Really? A bomb cyclone? That doesn’t even make sense. Shouldn’t it be cyclone bomb?

Actually, it should be: “It’s January. It’s going to be cold. It may get windy. It may snow.”

But I guess that wouldn’t sell cornflakes.

Here’s my plan for making America great again: Get rid of all these superfluous superlatives. They’re like the “Breaking News” graphic that runs endlessly along the bottom of the CNN feed, purporting to herald something special but serving merely to numb us with its needless overuse.

I blame the wind chill, invented in the 1970s to let the TV Weather Guy pad his report. The wind chill was the perfect data point for the Me Decade. No longer was it good enough to just tell us what the thermometer said. We had to know how the thermometer made us feel.

Awww, Mercury’s in retrograde and I feel fwozen.

People in hot climates felt so left out that someone came up with the heat index to give them something to carp about. Suddenly, just saying, “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity” didn’t cut it.

Then in 1999, those Cassandras at AccuWeather registered “RealFeel temperature” with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office. They threw cloud cover, sun intensity and wind into the mix to “explain how hot it feels outside.”

How does it RealFeel outside? It RealFeels like — oh, I don’t know — summer.

Once the simple baseline experience of standing on a street corner had been quantified and branded, we started aggrandizing the assorted weather phenomena that have been racking our planet for millennia. It used to be that only hurricanes got their own names. Now every low-pressure system that manages to flutter a flag on the 18th green gets its own name, logo and saturation coverage on the Weather Channel.

Watch out, folks! It’s Super-Duper Storm Steve!

When we ran out of ways to tart up the lowly isobar, we went off-planet. We looked to the heavens for lilies we could gild. We have Super Moons and Blood Moons and Super Blood Moons. It’s only a matter of time before we have Taco Bell Cheesy Gordita Crunch Moons.

Nothing can be routine anymore. Everything must be special. Did it start when October became “Rocktober”? Or when mattress and carpet stores started calling their annual effort to shift some merchandise a “Sale-a-bration”?

Maybe it was when “Toyotathon” burst forth from the fevered brow of a desperate ad man, like gray-eyed Athena from the head of Zeus.

But we’re less like ancient Greeks than ancient Romans. We’re so inured to our orgies and spectacles that we must inject pageantry everywhere, smearing lipstick and rouge on the drab and the commonplace just to keep us awake. We supersize everything from our french fries to our blizzards. Snowmageddon, meet Snowpocalypse.

And meet the Super Blue Blood Moon. It sounds fake but it’s real and it’s coming Jan. 31. You know what I bet it looks like? The moon.

Stopped watching the local news and weather when they started having commercials for the local news and weather during the local news and weather broadcast. Oh, and they spend more time telling you a story is coming up in the broadcast than the story itself actually takes.