There's nothing that bothers me more than 6-7 people standing at one register with their friends to get a movie. It doesn't take that many people to hand a cashier some money. If you are going to rent a movie with several of your friends, please designate one person to handle the checkout process...

Sorry about that. It's Saturday night. ARGH!!!!

Please feel free to add your rants here...

Poor Wiggums.

Working in the service industry can suck. People think that because you wear a nametag, they don't have to treat you like a person. I know when I worked at Carl's Jr., people would completely LOSE IT if their order wasn't right. "This has PICKLES!!!! I ordered it WITHOUT PICKLES!!!!!!!" <p>"How interesting! How bizarre!"</p>

I have never once complained that my order was fucked up. I just deal with it and move on. I've gone back to pick up items that were left out of my order at several places, but I've never bitched about it.
Famous Dave's has probably gotten my order right twice out of about 20 times ordering from them....but I still go there...

I've worked in the service industry for most of my working life, but one of the most inane requests I've heard happened when I was standing in line at Wendy's.

Customer, in complete sincerity: "Could you pat the grease off that patty with a paper towel?"

Dude! You're at Wendy's!! I felt like I was in Clerks for fast food joints. <p><!--EZCODE HR START--><hr /><!--EZCODE HR END-->Then we built a Sizzlean-to. That was stupid, and I don’t know why we do things like that."</p>

this rant will be about my next door neighbor. My sister listens to her music very loudly while she is in the shower. My house is about 15ft from our neighbors, and I agree, you can't blast your tunes all whilly nilly when you live in a neighborhood that resembles a can of sardeens. This guy comes over and pounds on my door like hes trying to put his fist though it and started to walk away. I opened the door and said "hello?" The neighbor walked back and sayid "turn that garbage down or I am calling the cops, you little shit." I have talked to him before about it and he knows damn well it is always my sister. I am by no means a little shit either. Now he always gives me dirty looks when I see him outside. I hate that old bastard.

Chalmers,
I love to read your posts.

There's nothing that bothers me more than:

1. People who talk throughout a movie. I can't stand when they keep asking questions or make obvious comments every couple minutes. I just want to watch the movie and get the full effect everyone! SHUT UP!!! I guess this is just another sign that it's time to move out of my parent's house.

2. When somebody keeps touching me or stands within 6 inches of me when I'm eating. I guess I'm just claustrophobic or something, but it grows to astronomic levels when I'm trying to fill my stomach.

3. Being awoken in the middle of a nice dream, especially when I'm extra-tired. The first time that I became lucid in a dream (realized I was dreaming), I was about to try flying or something, but then my sister started banging around pots and pans in the kitchen and woke me up. >:

Edited by: klikger at: 10/27/02 3:36:56 am

Jesus christ! I hate it when people talk during movies. I just wanna scream "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, TALK ABOUT NOT UNDERSTANDING THIS SIMPLE ASS MOVIE LATER, TURD." wheww. I also hate it when people bringin their crying ass kids in the theater. I want to scream, "HIRE A BABY SITTER YOU FUCKING CHEAP ASSHOLE." Sorry about my language but I get pissed man, I get pissed!

hahahahahahha....


LET'S GET LUCKY!

I am FANATICAL about people talking during a film. Especially in my own home. That's why I generally don't invite people over to watch movies anymore. I seriously need complete silence. Imagine my anger when I attempted to watch TRT at someone else's house and my friend kept blabbing on. Then she fell asleep!! Her excuse is that she always falls asleep during movies. :::roll eyes::: I was furious!!

There are so many people who just don't have the same respect for film that we do, and I hate them.

Well, I don't. But I do. You know? <p><!--EZCODE HR START--><hr /><!--EZCODE HR END-->Then we built a Sizzlean-to. That was stupid, and I don’t know why we do things like that."</p>

I hear you, Jessica. It's a matter of respect for art. It doesn't matter how bad the movie is: I still view each movie as a work of art, and I expect the people I'm watching with to do the same. I hate when people turn on a movie as a kind of background for conversation. When a movie is on, I want to devote my entire attention to it.

I have kids, and I want to say, we never take them to movies unless THEY will enjoy them!! That drives me NUTS when people bring along their kids to adult movies. What drives me just as crazy is when we are at a kids movie, and a kid is fussy. We went to see Stuart Little 2 with my nephews, (a movie I wouldn't have bothered with otherwise, you know) and this two-year-old in front of us whined "I want to go hoo-oooome!!" through the whole thing! It was like bamboo shoots under my nails!! I mean, Jesus, if you are at Stuart Little 2, it's not for you - it's for the kid! TAKE HIM HOME!

I feel better now. <p>"How interesting! How bizarre!"</p>

oh definatley bring your kids to a kids movie just don't bring them to see red dragon. Another thing I have a big problem with is movie applauders. Why do they feel the need to applaud a movie, its no the like the director and the star are in the theater with you. It never fails in Orange County, I go to enjoy a movie and these bastards clap like trained seals when the crdits role, or whenever somethting good or triumphant happens. It all seems to tie into the relentless pursuit of proving you are part of the Orange County herd. It also may be that I have had a mean hate-on since i movied out here and now everything just seems more annoying.

Ooo ooo - this thread is where I need to be.

1.) my neighbors. They are loud insolent redneck assholes who leave horribly misspelled notes on Wiggum's windshield when he parks in front of MY house, mind you, MY FREAKING HOUSE because it doesn't leave them enough room to park the seven hoopty-mobiles that regularly show up at theirs. They say its their property to park on, but they sure as hell don't fucking mow it. Assholes. Also, this automobile number does not include the cars that are inoperable for the moment. These are worked on by this pasty 450 lb man who stays in the squatting position most of the time in order to give innocent bystanders the maximum amount of asscrack-viewage possible. They let their kids outside at 7:30 in the morning and don't bring them in until after dark, and they either yell or are yelled at for about 80% of that time. They have also left their Christmas lights up all year. When they finally turn them on I'm gonna stand outside and clap and ooo and ahhh like I'm at the fucking Christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Center.

2.) I work at a coffeebar, and while it's not a spectacular job it's fun most of the time and I enjoy it. HOWEVER, I despise it when hillbillies crawl out of Deliverance long enough to order a "grand lat" instead of a grande latte, or they'll order a double shot of espresso then come and bitch ME out because it's "horrible" and "not what I ordered". Then I have to GIVE them a $4 drink as opposed to their $1.50 espresso to shut them up because "the customer is always right" even if they're a freaking idiot. I want to take $1 out of my tip jar, hand it to them, and tell them to go on down to the BP and have a nice, frothy, non-dairy, made from powder, "real" cappuccino on me.

Preeeeeeetty sure that saucey wasn't the last one to post in rantz.

Anyhow, my rant is about boys. I'm just frustrated with them. Not all of the boys, and nobody here. heh. obviously.

Just... you damn boys not telling the truth, and then saying one thing and doing another, and acting like you're mental about a person, and then just dropping off the face of the earth thereby making that person feel like you were just lying and they were stupid for believing you, what the hell, hey? Why is this shit still happening to me at 31 almost 32?

Don't get scared, youngin's. I think part of it is the "crowd" I hang with or something.

Anyhow, I feel really lame for even writing this, but felt the need to vent a little just now.

Dumbass, fucktards.

Not all. And actually, just one at the moment. Well, kind of two, but mostly just one.