A girl at work does this. She's otherwise very nice and capable, but she tries to finish nearly every sentence for you. It's super distracting.Sentence finishers annoy me. Stop trying to guess the last word and finish the sentence with me. I will purposely look for different words just so we are not saying the same thing when you try to do this with me.
my wife rents space in my head like this all the time.Better half: Do you prefer the Sat or Sun lineup at that music festival.
Me: Both look good. Whatever you prefer.
Better half: I want you to decide. Don't put this on me.
Me: OK. I prefer Sat. I'll buy tickets right now.
Better half: But the bands I want to see are playing Sun, so let's do Sun.
Me: rageface
idiots who tailgate me in the left lane, flashing their lights wanting me to move over when we are in moderately heavy traffic and the next 50 cars in front of me are going the same $%@# speed I am. Like I'm supposed to slow down and merge into slower traffic just so said idiot can gain a whole 50 feet of asphalt.People in the left lane going anything under 15mph over the speed limit. On a crowded stretch of highway, I understand you might not want to get over to the right to keep getting back in the left, but if you're not flying, get the #### out of the way.
What adult goes to Disney without kids?!?People who think that just because they have kids, they're entitled to be at the front of parades/shows despite other people who may have been waiting longer to get a good viewing spot. See this all the time at Disney. Sorry but the fact that you decided to procreate does not mean that you and your rotten crotchspawn get to take the spot I've been holding.
Better half: Do you prefer the Sat or Sun lineup at that music festival.
Me: Both look good. Whatever you prefer.
Better half: I want you to decide. Don't put this on me.
Me: OK. I prefer Sat. I'll buy tickets right now.
Better half: But the bands I want to see are playing Sun, so let's do Sun.
Me: rageface
this is my wifemine as wellthis is my wife
Happens all the time to me too.mine as well
except she would argue that it's not fair to "force" her to make a decision... while not realizing that she's "forcing" me to make the decision.. which she will then complain about because i'm "forcing" her to do something she didn't have any input on.
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Happens all the time to me too.
Wife: Where do you wanna eat?
Me: I don't know, you pick.
Wife: Doesn't matter, just pick something.
Me: Well let's go here.
Wife: I don't want to go there.
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Perhaps the most frequent conversation I've had over the last 12 years.Happens all the time to me too.
Wife: Where do you wanna eat?
Me: I don't know, you pick.
Wife: Doesn't matter, just pick something.
Me: Well let's go here.
Wife: I don't want to go there.
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Pron listed as BBW.
You're fat, not big and beautiful. Even the W is up for debate with some of them.
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You're not really married if this isn't a nightly conversation
My wife is like this with almost everything ( a small as dinner to as big as vacation plans)
How I wish this was true in Wisconsin.That's why the law got changed. They ticket you now.
Right with you. Where do these idiots need to be anyway?######s that speed down the one-block residential street that I live on. Especially pisses me off when it's someone else who lives on the same street.
My wife is like this with almost everything ( a small as dinner to as big as vacation plans)
Me: Doesn't matter to me, whatever you want is fine, I'll enjoy whatever we do with the kids.
Her: You always make me decide, I'm asking you to do it
Me: Ok, how about we go do X for our vacation this year.
Her: Be serious.
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The guy who runs Barstool NY put out basically an entire podcast pushing "separate dinners" for married couples. Especially when ordering takeout/delivery and especially if you're in a big city. I'll happily pay another tip to a second delivery guy so my wife can have pad thai while I have a chicken parm. We can still eat the food at the same time. Somehow that is a different experience for women though.![]()
You're not really married if this isn't a nightly conversation
us at a local joint that has their menu posted on a board above the register. we go a few times per month. she gets the same thing every time.The guy who runs Barstool NY put out basically an entire podcast pushing "separate dinners" for married couples. Especially when ordering takeout/delivery and especially if you're in a big city. I'll happily pay another tip to a second delivery guy so my wife can have pad thai while I have a chicken parm. We can still eat the food at the same time. Somehow that is a different experience for women though.
just tell to her get the Big Mac via drive-through next time.us at a local joint that has their menu posted on a board above the register. we go a few times per month. she gets the same thing every time.
we wait in line.. she studies the menu carefully.. asks me what i'm getting. then tells me what she's considering. then asks why don't i get one of the things she wants so she can get the other. that way if she doesn't like one she can have the other.
no
5-10 minutes pass. we get to the register. she freezes. i tell the guy what i want. then............................ the wait. as she asks 15 questions, changes her mind 4 times, asks me what i ordered, asks what's good there. waffles between 3 things that she hadn't previously mentioned. asks about what makes up each dish, sides, etc.
then orders the SAME. #######. THING. as always.
oh.. forgot to get a drink.... water? soda? something else????
:deadbanana:
Oh, heck yes!When you and your lady drive somewhere, and you park at your destination, and it's time to exit the vehicle. It then takes her an extra 2 minutes to get everything together to get out of the vehicle. Her purse, with all the things she needs, is sitting right next to her.
A lot of places now hand the cups out as you order...I'll have a number 1, a cup goes on the counter...and a number 6 and another cup comes out. Basically, once my cup is on the counter and my wife starts in, I take my cup and walk away.us at a local joint that has their menu posted on a board above the register. we go a few times per month. she gets the same thing every time.
we wait in line.. she studies the menu carefully.. asks me what i'm getting. then tells me what she's considering. then asks why don't i get one of the things she wants so she can get the other. that way if she doesn't like one she can have the other.
no
5-10 minutes pass. we get to the register. she freezes. i tell the guy what i want. then............................ the wait. as she asks 15 questions, changes her mind 4 times, asks me what i ordered, asks what's good there. waffles between 3 things that she hadn't previously mentioned. asks about what makes up each dish, sides, etc.
then orders the SAME. #######. THING. as always.
oh.. forgot to get a drink.... water? soda? something else????
:deadbanana:
Actually, the parking thing with my wife is when she tries to tell me which spot to park in. There can be 10 open spots and she still wants to point me toward one that invariably is one I'd never pick myself. When I don't go where she wants, I get to hear "what was wrong with that other spot?".When you and your lady drive somewhere, and you park at your destination, and it's time to exit the vehicle. It then takes her an extra 2 minutes to get everything together to get out of the vehicle. Her purse, with all the things she needs, is sitting right next to her.
YES!!!!!Whenever the wife goes anywhere where the trip will last longer than 15 minutes, she packs enough water, energy bars, snacks, etc. to outlast a medieval siege.
I have gotten out, started walking, hit the lock button on my key fob, then realize she is locked in the car......Oh, heck yes!
I've walked all the way into the building at places before realizing my wife still hadn't even opened the passenger side door.
I've now started giving my entire family the "we will be there in 1 minute" warning to get them to start getting ready to get out.
You guys with the crazy wives have me rolling. I was feeling really thankful my wife is normal and sane (in that respect), until I was reminded of why; he mother is even crazier than your wives. She probably had to deal with this her entire life so she knows not to do it.
The best was when my MIL invited my step daughter to spend the day with her. She bribed her with promises of buying her clothes and taking her to her favorite restaurant. My MIL only bought her stuff my MIL wanted to buy (didn't let her pick stuff out), then really stuck it to her at the dinner. At my step daughters favorite italian place, my MIL insists they share a chicken cesear salad (not for money reasons, just because she wanted to share something). What a tease. My step daughter was only around 16 at the time so she wasn't comfortable insisting on getting her own thing.
Honestly most of the time shes normal but there are certain things over the last 20 years that just become "habit" I thinkUh...Thanks!On the way to Sam's club, so not horrible. Almost done with the house. Just a couple more hours of cleaning left. I'm on my way to sign the closing documents.
out to the Island last week (Long Beach) - roughly 40 mins on the LIRR - me, her, our daughter ... enough ####### gear to have made it to Hawaii and backWhenever the wife goes anywhere where the trip will last longer than 15 minutes, she packs enough water, energy bars, snacks, etc. to outlast a medieval siege.
I forgot about this one, too.Whenever the wife goes anywhere where the trip will last longer than 15 minutes, she packs enough water, energy bars, snacks, etc. to outlast a medieval siege.
stopped going there years agojust tell to her get the Big Mac via drive-through next time.
sameI try to let a lot of little things bother me because my wife and I have very different habits. I like it cold to sleep, she likes it warmer, light vs dark etc etc.
I am a person that likes to be early for everything but on the side of i'd rather be too early than late.
My wife is a down to the minute if not few minutes late person .....
But then this turns into the mad rush EVERY TIME WE GO SOMEWHERE.
me: we need to leave in 20 minutes
her: its more like 30
me: well jsut to be safe, lets just hurry
HER AND MY DAUGHTER HAVE NO SENSE OF URGENCY until....
We're in the car and running late. Spped up, you could have made that light, we're really late.... ARGHGH2#$!$#$@!
Lol. I thought I was texting a friend. Apparently I felt the need to update you too.Uh...Thanks!
The biggest pet peeve I have with my wife is her habitual tardiness. I'm a "early is on time, on time is late" kind of person, so it causes friction. We've gotten better over the years (I've calmed down, she's gone from being 30 minutes late for everything minimum, to occasionally only 5). If we're going out, it's the same routine. She sits around doing nothing (looking at facebook usually) until she no longer has enough time to get ready, then she starts. I'm sitting around waiting since I've been ready to go since a half hour before we were supposed to. I'll peek in the bathroom every once in a while to prod her along.same
every morning when getting ready for work she leaves 5-10 minutes later than she needs to just to be on time.
every morning i hear the roar of the 8 cylinder as she peels out of our driveway doing 110 down our residential street
try this on for sizeThe biggest pet peeve I have with my wife is her habitual tardiness. I'm a "early is on time, on time is late" kind of person, so it causes friction. We've gotten better over the years (I've calmed down, she's gone from being 30 minutes late for everything minimum, to occasionally only 5). If we're going out, it's the same routine. She sits around doing nothing (looking at facebook usually) until she no longer has enough time to get ready, then she starts. I'm sitting around waiting since I've been ready to go since a half hour before we were supposed to. I'll peek in the bathroom every once in a while to prod her along.
Well, last weekend, we were going out with her friends. This is one of those instances where I've learned to not give a #### if we are late, so I don't push or prod her and I just wait without care until she's ready. Well, we were supposed to pick them up at 6:30 on Saturday. I was sitting around at 6:30, and decided I'd go get something from our bedroom before we left. I walk in, and there she is sitting on the bed, all ready to go, looking at facebook on her phone. She see's me and jumps up with the "got caught with her hand in the cookie jar" look on her face. I'm ready! I'm ready! she tells me trying to cut me off from giving her a hard time about being late. "How long were you going to sit there before you told me you were ready?" I asked. Her response? "It's only 6:30!"
she can't imagine being told what to do.. and she can interpret ANYTHING as "being told what to do".