Sports fans (men) who think they know better than coaches even though they have never played or coached beyond high school – if even that.
One does not have to have a sterling playing resume to be a great coach (e.g. previous Stanford women’s volleyball coach – never played); that said, certain demonstrable qualification would be nice, however miniscule it may be. Most have no clue how difficult it is to be a collegiate athlete, at any level, let alone D1 and beyond.
People who are too lazy to slightly lift a hand to touch a lever to signal their driving intentions.
People…, really?
SIGNAL! Tell everyone what you intend to do! It’s the law, it’s courteous, it occasionally saves lives!
How the hell hard is it!?!
Local television stations that stream evening news/weather/sports and have no clue about how to provide a service that is worth the experience:
KUTV, broadcasts a Sunday evening Ute Sports special that has NIL impact, and which, I have recently decided to watch reversing a decades-old personal ban on one nameless former SLTrib sports writer, morning sports radio partner of David James, and general IDIOT of the airwaves.
Tonight, being stuck in a location in Southeastern Idaho, where there are no reasonable over the air options, I attmepted to stream the program from the KUTV website.
As many of you are KUTV area viewers, imagine the following as your streaming experience:
The result is that me, the poor mother ■■■■■■■ viewer watches 2 and a half to 3 minutes of 15 second identical commercials, at an unreasonable volume, all while wondering if what I’m watching will end, or if there is a technological bug causing this loop, and eventually wondering whether I should turn off the computer, burn it, or just give up trying to watch the original pregaming I was looking for.
So much for the viability of live streaming local news/weather/sports television.
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Can’t stand that guy. Can’t watch.
I hate to say this but using a toilet that you didn’t know was broken. The worst.
I was cheering for Utah while the Ute basketball team played at Wyoming (Lynn Archibald era). A few Wyoming fans sitting directly behind me yelled out that I was in the wrong section. A 6’5" 300 lb Ute fan that my wife and I ran into at dinner before the game happened to be sitting to our right. He stood up, faced them, and yelled out, HE CAN CHEER FOR WHOEVER THE HELL HE WANTS TO CHEER FOR! I’m thinking, riot in section whatever the heck.
Undercooked pizza.
Yes, it was self inflicted because it was a you bake it pizza and I followed the instructions but I digress…
Biting into undercooked dough and cold sauce…
. The only way to make it worse would be to have been hung over.
And these days, for me, non-bidet toilet. All my bathrooms have them. Haha
Yeah, what’s up with that? Do these plebeians think we are still rolling in the dark ages? Are we still traveling via covered wagons pulled by oxen? That having crusty butt is something cool?
Keeping you bottom clean is something simple wiping cannot do.
Yes, I got mine about 8 years ago after traveling to Japan and being introduced to the bidet toilet seat’s magic. 
Autocorrect nearly always changing the word “well” to the contraction “we’ll.”
Or when you leave out the apostrophe and it should correct it but doesn’t. In that case well all be in agreement over this pet peeve 
you do understand that some people qualify for the plate/placard due to unseen mental health disability issues? Don’t assume you can assess things 100% accurately just from casual observation. This is comiing from someone who is 100% disabled, but the metal in the joints and the limitations that come with it not being visible.
Severe foot neuropathy isnt visible but can also qualify in certain situations, because the person cannot safely drive a vehicle, or in my case, walk any significant distance due to very poor physical balance issues.
There are definitely offenders - most young spry super athletic people for one, but those are fairly rare.
BMW = Bayerische Motoren Werke, just for fun facts.
Another kind of Bad Driver Olympic event:
When navigating curves in the road, or construction zones or whatever… you’re behind the driver who exercises all the deliberation and judgment of navigating the USS Nimitz through the Panama Canal. There’s no risk of a squirrel getting hit with these max-safety folks. 10 mph, max.
But when past the curve or construction zone, they speed up, recognizing how they’ve held up traffic… and make it tougher for everyone held up to get in front of them so the next curve won’t compound the bad fortune of being behind them.
Let me add to this. Driving from Richmond to Baltimore. Nothing else to add, just that corridor sucks. I’ve taken 3 different routes from Richmond to Baltimore, and they’re all bad. You get all of the crappy drivers: so slow as to be dangerous, so fast as to be dangerous, congestion (pick a reason, it’s valid), construction, traffic volume, lack of turn signals.
A special one from last night, the ■■■■■■■ who was driving too fast for conditions and tried to thread the needle between us, and a car in the next lane. I’m very glad our brakes worked well, or things could have been considerably worse than everyone’s BP going through the roof, and our dogs getting thrown to the floor of the car. How this ■■■■■■■ didn’t hit either the car next to us or us is beyond my comprehension.
The misuse of mute, versus moot.
The misuse of their, there, and they’re.
The misuse of the word literally. For example, I was literally dying of laughter, versus, you were dying of laughter, or figuratively dying of laughter.
The trivialization of the word superstar. Seemingly every third entertainment celebrity or athlete, the majority who I’ve never even heard of, is now deemed by the lame stream media as a superstar. There should be a discrete and finite number of the people that can be described as a superstar, similar to how there are only a finite number of bitcoins. As the dollar is losing it’s value, we also have superstar inflation (everybody gets a trophy). Maybe someone should maintain a list, say of 200 individuals for which you are allowed to associate with the term. If a new person is required to be on the list, someone has to come off. Forget about issues like illegal immigration, Russia’s recent deployment of the most formidable nuclear weapon ever created (the RS-28 ICBM, a.k.a., Satan II), or the 31 trillion national debt (put aside 75 trillion in unfunded liabilities), the superstar problem is the greatest threat to our way of life in the U.S.
The pervasive interjection of the word like, how the hell did that get started. Like I got up to brush my teeth, and like had some breakfast, like I wasn’t sure what clothes to wear … .
People who won’t turn right on a red light even if there is no traffic approaching from the cross street. I usually give them a few seconds to gather their senses, then if they don’t proceed, a brief honk. If they won’t act on the obvious hint I wait for the light to change.
Tailgaters.
Cars or motorcycles with obnoxiously loud exhaust systems, such as one model of Ford Mustang and Chevy Camaro, and seemingly all Harley-Davidson motorcycles. I mean, what is the point, wow, aren’t you special, your vehicle can make a lot of noise.
Speaking of autocorrect, before I retired I worked at Vandenberg Space Force Base, shortly before lunch I hastily sent an e-mail to a few individuals, stating, We are go for launch. Someone replied, I’ll take pizza.
Addendum: If someone disagrees with you about something they deem you a hater.
I superstar this post.
Reminded me of this great South Park episode. Apologies for offensive language.
