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Can we discuss pet peeves here? (5 Viewers)

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.
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.

 
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

 
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
my wife rents space in my head like this all the time.

 
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.
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.

Even better is when they find a chance to pass me on the right, throw me the finger and cut me off getting back in the left lane.

10 miles later they're 100 yards ahead of me and probably suffering from high blood pressure. Morons.

 
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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.
What adult goes to Disney without kids?!?

 
Daughter had a softball game last night. Typically you have 75 cars and 40 parking spots. People end up parking illegally and out in the neighborhood.  Some jackass thought their Lexus needed two spots. I cant stand the self absorbed, the world revolves around me type of people. Im pretty sure this is why I am not allowed to win the Powerball. You can bet your ### my car would have fit in that spot last night if money didn't mean anything to me. 

 
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
:lmao:   this is my wife

 
:lmao:   this is my wife
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.

:hot:

 
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.

:hot:
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.

Me: :wall:

 
fat broads that post all those "real women have curves" and "I may not be a size one , but I have ONE LOVE for women of all shapes and sizes!1!" themed memes all over ten social media

... then post pics of guys ripped out their ####### mind with six packs galore, while they slobber like the hungry ### hippos they really are 

 
There is a McDonalds by my office where I will pop in once in awhile for the $1 large coke. They have an entrance and an exit. The drive through is really close to the exit area, so there are Do Not Enter signs there because if you would try to go in that way it clogs up the whole drive through hierarchy. 

Sure as #### every time I go there one ####### dooshbag tries to cut the line and barge through the Do Not Enter sign, which totally screws over everyone waiting in line patiently so this fat #### can get his quarter pounder with cheese and fries down his fat ####### face two minutes earlier.

Hate that guy.  :rant:

 
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.

Me: :wall:
Perhaps the most frequent conversation I've had over the last 12 years.

 
Coaches who think arguing with officials is part of their job description.

Stickers on fruit.

Cyberstalkers.

 
:lol:

You're not really married if this isn't a nightly conversation 
:lol:   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.  

Me: :shrug:

 
Drivers that barge into a "Keep Clear" section of a lane that was meant for people that need to turn into a driveway.

 
######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. 

 
:lol:   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.  

Me: :shrug:
:lol:

ditto. the subtext is... you always make me decide because everything has to be exactly how I imagine it should be but I'll let you suffer through the act of coming up with options every damned time... why can't you just read my mind?

 
:lol:

You're not really married if this isn't a nightly conversation 
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.

 
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. 

 
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.
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:

 
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:
just tell to her get the Big Mac via drive-through next time.

 
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. 
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.

 
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:
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. 

 
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. 
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?".

:wall:

 
I try to not 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#$!$#$@!

 
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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. 

 
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.  

 
My biggest pet peeve is picking up other people's slack at work.  Just do your ####### job so that others don't have to.  

 
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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.
I have gotten out, started walking, hit the lock button on my key fob, then realize she is locked in the car......

 
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. 
:lol:  Honestly most of the time shes normal but there are certain things over the last 20 years that just become "habit" I think

 
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.  
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 back 

ETA: she lugs it all herself, so at least I have that goin' for me

:yes:

 
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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 forgot about this one, too.  

WE ARE GOING OUT TO EAT!!! THEY HAVE DRINKS THERE!!!  Heaven forbid you are thirsty for more than 30 seconds.

At least she's really pretty.

 
I 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#$!$#$@!
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 

 
"I'll just get the salad and just have a few bites (i.e. half) of your sandwich and fries". 

Pickle contamination on my sandwich.  Funny, I didn't order a pickle and I don't see it on the menu, so why do you feel compelled to ruin my sandwich in this way? 

 
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We live in an older house and don't have tons of closet space.  The wife's clothes, that need to be hung up, invariably find their way to the molding of our bedroom door and the molding of my small closet.  To find my own hung up clothes, I need to push hers to the side, which means I knock half of them off the molding, I then tell her she should just put the clothes away.  This starts a fight and results in no early morning dots for me.

 
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 
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.

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!"

 
Apparently my wife's closet is now the floor on her side of the bed. There are, no ####, 8 pairs of shoes piled there on a daily basis. The closet is approximately 4 adult sized steps away.

Me: You want me to hang a clothes rack over here?

Her: Why?

Me: Obviously this is where you want your closet to be.

Her: #### you.

Me: :chuckles: and walks away.

 
 reading this makes me feel better about my marriage. I mean my wife does all this stuff that's being posted but at least now I know it's "normal"

 
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.

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!"
try this on for size

i'm an early is better, never late guy. she's a "no one tells me what time to be anywhere" person.

we used to "discuss" this often.

she said (to paraphrase, but i've heard it a billion times):

 "if you ask me to be ready by a certain time i feel like you're trying to force me to do something i don't want to do.  if you tell me we have to be somewhere at a certain time then i feel like you're bullying me in to do something i don't want to do. if you don't tell me what time to be ready then i assume you don't care and aren't in a hurry so why should i rush. if you tell me after we're already late and i'm not ready it's your fault for not telling me when to be ready. if you don't give me ideas of what you want to do then i just assume we aren't doing anything because you don't care anymore. if you tell me what you want to do then i feel obligated to do what you want even if i don't want to so i'm not going to hurry to do it."

i like to get moving on the weekends. there's only so much daylight and i want to enjoy it. used to make me nuts when we had plans and she would slow play until the lunch hour before finally being "ready" (which as every guy knows means.. 15 more minutes). 

we could get up at 7 on a saturday with plans to do yard work/travel/anything and she would not be ready until noon. she lays on the couch, naps, wanders around the house, whatever to kill time until noon.  the clock must read past 12 PM or she will not step foot out the door for virtually any reason.

now.. i don't bother asking. if there are things i want done, plans i have, i just get up and go. take the kids with me and we're gone. i can GUARANTEE within 10-15 minutes of the noon whistle my phone will ring.... "hey, i'm almost ready... what are we doing for lunch? should i meet you somewhere or are you picking me up?" .  if we're close i'll swing by and SHE WILL STILL BE GETTING READY even if it's 30 minutes later.

i've taken to not bothering to include her in weekend plans. the kids and i go and when we come back, we come back. if i come home before 12 and she wants me to wait to do something, i leave if she's taking too long. 

it hasn't changed her behavior remotely. not even a little bit. she's mad but... #### it.. i'm not wasting my life waiting 3-4 hours every saturday & sunday for her to get ready.

takes me 10-15 minutes to shower, shave and get dressed. even that feels like too much.  can't imagine spending 3-4 hours "getting ready" when it's summer, nice weather and there are other options. :shrug:  she can't imagine being told what to do.. and she can interpret ANYTHING as "being told what to do". 

 

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