Things that make me really uncomfortable
Submitted by Eve on Sun, 02/06/2005 - 04:14
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- Restaurant musicians who play right next to you and insist on eye contact
- Taxi drivers who tell you their life story
- Couples that talk down to each other in front of their friends
- Being called the wrong name by someone you can't correct
- Three-legged dogs
- People who try to chat with you in the office restroom
- Having to tell someone they have something stuck in their teeth
- Moths
- Getting something I already have as a gift
- Waiting in the car without music or a book while somebody else runs an errand
- Shows with "audience interraction"
- Mid-game contestant interviews on "Jeopardy"
- Roadkill
- Rushed award show acceptance speeches (cue the band!)
about getting called the wrong name , there is this girl i went to the university with, that now works in technical support at a store i go to, well she knows my first name, but changes my middle name, ans always calls me by both names, a friend went with me once and laughed out loud when she called me.
sooooooo annoying, right? Grrrrr
Ha! I dig this list, even if I can groove on cab driver bios at times...
Shalom, y'all!
L. Bangs
Does that happen to you and Eve a lot? Cab drivers never have conversations with me. Most of the time they're talking on hands-free cell phones when I'm in the cab.
Oh, there is one exception. One time I was in New York and got swindled out of six bucks in the process of getting a cab. Both swindler and cab driver were African-American. When the driver found out, he started lamenting the fact that people like that guy give African-Americans a bad name and help perpetuate harmful stereotypes. He also sympathetically said that if that guy committed a petty crime against the wrong person someday, he might get shot. He was really very interesting, and made me think other cab drivers have interesting things to say too, but I guess I'll never know.
It happens to me a lot, unfortunatly. Last time, coming over from a 12hrs flight, I had the "delight" of taking a ride back home in the cab of a man who sang show tunes to me and explained in details how he missed his true calling of working in "The Theaaaatre". True story.
Truth be told, catching cabs ain't average in Tulsa, so it has been a bit since I indulged, many moons before hands-free cells. When I did, though, I learned bundles and oodles about what sort of life leads to steering ol' yeller...
Shalom, y'all!
L. Bangs