When I was young I was told that you have to hold your breath as you pass a graveyard in the car, or you will die before midnight.

I have trouble getting this out of my head, and tend to do it to this day, even though I have walked through plenty of graveyards and was certainly breathing as I did so.

NDRU said:

When I was young I was told that you have to hold your breath as you pass a graveyard in the car, or you will die before midnight.

I have trouble getting this out of my head, and tend to do it to this day, even though I have walked through plenty of graveyards and was certainly breathing as I did so.

Me too!

There is a huge graveyard that runs alongside the GS Parkway in East Orange, NJ, and I have to fight to not hold my breath.

Genesia said:

I have eaten entire cakes just trying to "even them up."

NDRU said:

When I was young I was told that you have to hold your breath as you pass a graveyard in the car, or you will die before midnight.

I have trouble getting this out of my head, and tend to do it to this day, even though I have walked through plenty of graveyards and was certainly breathing as I did so.

I can't drive past a cemetery without telling the kids people are dying to get in there or that it's the dead centre of town

ZombieKitten said:

NDRU said:

When I was young I was told that you have to hold your breath as you pass a graveyard in the car, or you will die before midnight.

I have trouble getting this out of my head, and tend to do it to this day, even though I have walked through plenty of graveyards and was certainly breathing as I did so.

I can't drive past a cemetery without telling the kids people are dying to get in there or that it's the dead centre of town

chocolate1 said:

ZombieKitten said:

I can't drive past a cemetery without telling the kids people are dying to get in there or that it's the dead centre of town

I saw a poscard in a novelty shop with a list of Dad-isms, and that one is on there - it's official, I'm a DAD!!!!

I have a thing about going somewhere - I won't go to a place, or start on a journey unless I can kill several birds with one stone (I don't mean big travels, I mean like corner shop errands etc).

I'll wait until I have 5 things to do in the one place and THEN go. It drives me crazy to have to make several trips in one day if they could all have been done at once.

ZombieKitten said:

I have a thing about going somewhere - I won't go to a place, or start on a journey unless I can kill several birds with one stone (I don't mean big travels, I mean like corner shop errands etc).

I'll wait until I have 5 things to do in the one place and THEN go. It drives me crazy to have to make several trips in one day if they could all have been done at once.

That's not illogical.

I do the same thing. Esp. since I have no air conditioning in my car. One trip, then home.

chocolate1 said:

ZombieKitten said:

I have a thing about going somewhere - I won't go to a place, or start on a journey unless I can kill several birds with one stone (I don't mean big travels, I mean like corner shop errands etc).

I'll wait until I have 5 things to do in the one place and THEN go. It drives me crazy to have to make several trips in one day if they could all have been done at once.

That's not illogical.

I do the same thing. Esp. since I have no air conditioning in my car. One trip, then home.

well, on the surface.

say I need apples, and my kids have apples for play lunch each day for school

they have to eat carrots and raisins until I make the apple trip

I HATE the smell of cinnamon gum/candy

I was giving my friend and his ex-girlfriend a ride home from a party once, and she started chewing some cinnamon gum, so I asked her if she'd spit it out the window and I offered her some of my gum.

She took it personal I think, and needless to say I almost had to put her ass out on the side of the road Thankfully we came to an agreement and no one had to get hurt.

thekidsgirl said:

I HATE the smell of cinnamon gum/candy

I was giving my friend and his ex-girlfriend a ride home from a party once, and she started chewing some cinnamon gum, so I asked her if she'd spit it out the window and I offered her some of my gum.

She took it personal I think, and needless to say I almost had to put her ass out on the side of the road Thankfully we came to an agreement and no one had to get hurt.

why do you think it smells like spit?

I came face to face with another one on the train this morning. When people are sweating profusely and the sweat is literally running down their face in public, especially in close quarters like a crowded subway

Shoewhore said:

I came face to face with another one on the train this morning. When people are sweating profusely and the sweat is literally running down their face in public, especially in close quarters like a crowded subway

Oh, god. I so hate it when this is me. It's embarrassing. But when it's this hot (today is especially miserable) it's impossible for me not to be a big sweaty mess.

Efan said:

Shoewhore said:

I came face to face with another one on the train this morning. When people are sweating profusely and the sweat is literally running down their face in public, especially in close quarters like a crowded subway

Oh, god. I so hate it when this is me. It's embarrassing. But when it's this hot (today is especially miserable) it's impossible for me not to be a big sweaty mess.

Believe me, I was sweating up a storm too! I think it was at least eleventy five thousand degrees underground this morning! But this woman she just let the sweat roll. No blotting. No wiping. Just rivers pouring down her face. I stood there watching on flow right down the middle of her nose and then drip off then end. And then I squeezed over toward the door

I love stepping barefoot on wet grass, or cool grass in general. It's a luxury of life.

I hate the smell of cinnamon candy, like Red Hots or whatever. It makes me recoil.

I hate when people have greasy hair. Not like just after they worked out, but rather they haven't showered for a couple of days. Very white trash.

I hate when people rake their food off their fork or spoon with the TEETH. I will speak up and ask them to lip it, or I'll move - or just keep pestering them until they stop. Yeah, I'm THAT guy, with that situation.

ernestsewell said:

I love stepping barefoot on wet grass, or cool grass in general. It's a luxury of life.

I hate the smell of cinnamon candy, like Red Hots or whatever. It makes me recoil.

I hate when people have greasy hair. Not like just after they worked out, but rather they haven't showered for a couple of days. Very white trash.

I hate when people rake their food off their fork or spoon with the TEETH. I will speak up and ask them to lip it, or I'll move - or just keep pestering them until they stop. Yeah, I'm THAT guy, with that situation.

OMG - and when it doesn't just look greasy, but smells dirty, too.

I have a terrible time with this when I'm doing children's theatre, especially. A lot of the kids are just hitting puberty - and their parents aren't keeping up with their changing hygiene needs.

ernestsewell said:

I love stepping barefoot on wet grass, or cool grass in general. It's a luxury of life.

So is smelling another person's fart...I mean, in a way simply because I'm alive to be able to experience it.

No thanks. I'll gladly re-gift that luxury.

I have a bunch of issues with bad table manners. They drive me insane. Talking with one's mouth full, dragging the fork across teeth, making slurping noises or eating loudly, smacking gum, etc.

My current bugaboo in the office I'm freelancing in is the obnoxious coffee-drinker-by-me's incessant drink-slurp-"aaahhhh" routine. It's driving me fucking nuts.

Efan said:

I have a bunch of issues with bad table manners. They drive me insane. Talking with one's mouth full, dragging the fork across teeth, making slurping noises or eating loudly, smacking gum, etc.

My current bugaboo in the office I'm freelancing in is the obnoxious coffee-drinker-by-me's incessant drink-slurp-"aaahhhh" routine. It's driving me fucking nuts.

I'm gonna call you "Elaine" from now on.

Genesia said:

Efan said:

I have a bunch of issues with bad table manners. They drive me insane. Talking with one's mouth full, dragging the fork across teeth, making slurping noises or eating loudly, smacking gum, etc.

My current bugaboo in the office I'm freelancing in is the obnoxious coffee-drinker-by-me's incessant drink-slurp-"aaahhhh" routine. It's driving me fucking nuts.

I'm gonna call you "Elaine" from now on.

Get. OUT!

People clipping their nails in the office. That sound.

Shoewhore said:

People clipping their nails in the office. That sound.

Wait, are we in the same office? Because the photo guy here does it at his desk not five feet away from me, and I wanna bash him over the head.

Shoewhore said:

People clipping their nails in the office. That sound.

OMG, yes. Handle your personal grooming at home, fuckwit!

I once worked with a guy who would clip his nails in the office every Monday morning. Like Mondays aren't tough enough without that shit.

His office had a door on either end - one to my office, the other to the reception area (where a friend of mine sat). One Monday (without prior planning), we whipped open our respective doors and yelled, "STOP IT!!!" She added, "Why don't you just take off your socks and shoes and do your toenails next? "

He never clipped again.

i hate having shelves or anything installed above my bed, it just makes me uncomfortable.

also those ceiling TVs at hospitals, i refuse to sit under them.

Rayan said:

i hate having shelves or anything installed above my bed, it just makes me uncomfortable.

also those ceiling TVs at hospitals, i refuse to sit under them.

Totally.

One of my dumb issues is that I get really annoyed when bottles or cans of things are almost but not quite empty. Like when the shampoo bottle or shaving cream can is getting low and I'm ready to switch to a new one (with a new scent) but I can't bring myself to just throw out the old one because it would be wasteful.

I'm currently doing battle with a bottle of Old Spice Body Wash that seems to be replenishing itself while I'm not home.

Efan said:

One of my dumb issues is that I get really annoyed when bottles or cans of things are almost but not quite empty. Like when the shampoo bottle or shaving cream can is getting low and I'm ready to switch to a new one (with a new scent) but I can't bring myself to just throw out the old one because it would be wasteful.

I'm currently doing battle with a bottle of Old Spice Body Wash that seems to be replenishing itself while I'm not home.

When you use it, do you say, "Hello, ladies..."

Genesia said:

Efan said:

One of my dumb issues is that I get really annoyed when bottles or cans of things are almost but not quite empty. Like when the shampoo bottle or shaving cream can is getting low and I'm ready to switch to a new one (with a new scent) but I can't bring myself to just throw out the old one because it would be wasteful.

I'm currently doing battle with a bottle of Old Spice Body Wash that seems to be replenishing itself while I'm not home.

When you use it, do you say, "Hello, ladies..."

That and, "I'm on a horse!"

Efan said:

Genesia said:

When you use it, do you say, "Hello, ladies..."

That and, "I'm on a horse!"

Can you bake a cake in a kitchen you built with your own two hands?

Efan said:

One of my dumb issues is that I get really annoyed when bottles or cans of things are almost but not quite empty. Like when the shampoo bottle or shaving cream can is getting low and I'm ready to switch to a new one (with a new scent) but I can't bring myself to just throw out the old one because it would be wasteful.

I'm currently doing battle with a bottle of Old Spice Body Wash that seems to be replenishing itself while I'm not home.

I have a bad habit of not finishing the end of things -- like jars of sauces, shampoos, even boxees of crackers, etc. I don't know why.

I also can't stand when people whistle. Not like a cat call on the street, but on the bus or the subway, when they're whistling some random tune to themselves. I hate it; and it becomes all I can focus on. Humming is bad, too, but I hate whistling worse.