In Grocery Stores: -Piles of refuse. I used to stock shelves at the Delchamps in Baton Rouge while I went to LSU. It's a dirty, no good, job. But for god's sake, keep your area somewhat tidy so I don't have to trip all over plastic wrap and get boxes under the grocery wheel. -People that don't comprehend being in your way. I know you like shopping for canned fruit, but could you please step from the shelves, and perhaps pull your cart back too so I can access the pears? -People that see you have 2 items, they have 40 and they rush ahead of you in the line. Forget the express line, in New Orleans they shut down at 6pm. -Express Lines that shut down at 6pm. -Pimple faced cart kids that refuse to go into the parking lot and do their job because it's hot and they'd rather loiter around the coke machine (drinking all the sprite and barqs, emptying the machine) while you dodge carts wheeling around willy nilly in the parking lot wind. -Old Ladys that take 20 minutes picking out a tomato. -Kids. -Loud Kids. -Kids running around. -Crying Kids. -Teenagers that buy beer in front of me and are shocked when they get carded. Don't waste my time and your's. Get a job, get a haircut, and stop listening to n'sync, you little bacardi silver drinking fruit cake. -There are more frilly malt liquers now than there are real beers. Winn Dixie around the corner now has 4 different kids of Smirnoff Ice, but NO Bass Ale or Harp. Driving -People that stop in the left lane because they can't make a left turn. SURE, EVERYONE ELSE BEHIND ME IS GOING SOMEPLACE, BUT I'M SOOOOOOO IMPORTANT, I HAVE TO STOP THEM BECAUSE I HAVE TO MAKE A LEFT TURN HERE, WHERE IT TAKES 6 MINUTES. -People that go 55 in the left lane of the interstate. -People that form unspoken coalitions while driving in the left and right lanes together at ubsurdly slow speeds and won't let anyone pass. -People that cut me off. -People with more bumper stickers than bumper space. -Ear shattering bass. -Vans that say "don't tailgate, showdogs inside". -Young girls with massive SUVs. In my experience these little girls who drive these massive SUVs don't have the slightest idea how to handle the size. Me? I'm tall, and I'm a big guy. I've walked around large all my life. I have a clear understanding of my space, where I am, what I'm doing. They don't seem to understand that their car is a whole lot bigger than they think it is, that they're no longer the 4'7" cutesy daddy's girl that plays soccer on the weekends, they're 15' long and 2.5 tons of death causing steel. -Old People. -Young People. -Obnoxiously slow People. -You. Your car. At work: pref: I'm a bartender. -People that ask me what's on tap, wait for me to list 20 beers, then order one of the beers I listed in a bottle. -Guys that drink Cosmos. -Tulane people. -People that think Mardi Gras is still going on in August. -Drunks. -People that look at a menu for 10 minutes, then ask for something that's not on the menu. -People that don't tip. -People that think it's fun to have fun with the Bartender. Don't order a drink that doesn't exist, don't play games with me. -People that say N'awlins. New Orleans. -People that think I have drug sources.