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Jane

Drivl's "Most Irritating"

by Jane []
Published on 19/1/07 in People
Drivl lists some of the most irritating people on earth. Did you make the list?

It is Friday, and it has been a long week. It has been a cold week, and it has been a week of public transport. It has been a week of delays. I have eaten too many chocolate covered Oreos. I need to get some things off my chest, Drivl readers, and thus I have compiled a list. What follows is the first installment of Drivl's "Most Irritating":

P.E Teachers. Also known as Gym Teachers and Phys-Ed Teachers
Having routinely failed at every sport on earth, these sorry sods got teaching certificates and vowed to make volleyball a staple part of every kid's misery. God and all His angels save your poor little soul if you are good at an individual sport. Chances are, Ms. O'Butchpants was a promising runner in her time, but dropped off the track team when her eight-hundred time became proportionate to the size of her bum. Talented athlete or not, your life will cease to be worth living.

Coffee Shop Cell Phone Girl
The woman who is in front of you at the coffee shop on her cell phone. She sounds much like this:

"Oh, I know. I know. I'm getting coffee. I'm waiting in line. Yeah, I really don't think that he likes her all that much. Hah! What? I know. Oh, wait a sec. I have to order. Wait... uummmm, I think... um... Can I get a, ah, white chocolate mocha? Non-fat white chocolate mocha. What? Um... sixteen ounces. How much more is it for an extra shot? Um, actually no, just two shots. Hang on. Are you still there? Okay, I'm just gonna pay, wait a sec. Let me see if I have a quarter; I know I have a quarter somewhere... No, I'll be there in like ten minutes. Yeah, it stopped raining. Hang on, I just have to pay. Um, I don't have a quarter. Can you put this on my debit card?"

People Who Think It's Your Fault That They Called The Wrong Number
The phone rings. I answer it.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello?" I say again.
"Hello, who this?" says someone. They often have an accent that indicates English is not their first language. Why this makes them more annoying is hopefully just a product of my basic irritability.
"This is the girl whose phone you just rang," I say.
Silence.
"Hello?" he says again. "I want speak with Dave."
"Hello," I reply. "There is no Dave here. Who is this?"
"This George. Who you?"
"My name," I say, "is Jane. I am from New Zealand. I grew up in Wellington, which is my country's capital city. When I was eighteen, I moved to the U.S. I went to college. I few years later, I moved to Seattle and bought this phone, and a few months later, you called my phone's ten digit number and I answered it. What the hell do you want?"
"Bye," says George. He hangs up. I wish he was right in front of me so I could slap him in the face.

Illiterate Bus Rider
The person who is first in line for the bus who stops at the door and asks the driver, "Does this bus go to Fremont?" It is always raining when Illiterate Bus Rider is at the front of the line for the bus. There is never a bus shelter.
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Hey, Assclown. Turn around, walk over to the bus stop sign and read the FUCKING TIMETABLE. Is this the number 49 bus? Does the timetable say it goes to Fremont? No, it says it goes downtown. Now get out of the goddamned way.

"Friendly" Strangers
Here is a heads-up, friends. Talking to people you don't know is only okay under three circumstances:
  1. National disasters
  2. Directly following earthquakes
  3. After large sporting events in which the team that you both support has won. For these purposes, politics counts as a sport.
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Randomly talking to people you don't know in other circumstances renders you weird. Do not do it.

Large Companies' Telephone Operators
People rave about how wonderful it is to talk to a person as opposed to a series of machines, but sometimes, there isn't much difference:

"Thank-you for calling T-Mobile my name is Sean my employee identification number is nineeightoneseventybillioneightthousandwiggitywoothreehundred  my supervisor's name is Inaudiblemumble McFuckface how can I help you this morning."
Dude, I know you're reading from a script, and that's okay, because you have to, but intonation makes all the difference.

The Shop Girl Who Makes Commission
Notably a feature of Nordstrom. Killing some time on a Saturday, you'll be at the mall and you go into Nordstrom to look at shirts. You might want get a shirt, but you just as likely won't. You're just looking.

She sees you, like a mean little cat sees you untying your shoe laces. She moves left, re-arranging a pair of pants. You turn your back slightly and sidle to the left also, trying to look vacant. Trying to look broke. Deftly, she moves around the pants and checks the status of the designer jeans. Between the racks of collared shirts, you see an escape route towards Men's Furnishings, but she has coiled her barbed tail and is ready to strike.

They have a range of lines, the most common being "Can I help you?" This is not the most annoying, however. That one is relatively innocuous. The one that sticks in my craw is, "Are you finding everything okay?"

Am I? Shit, I can't imagine what would make you think I wasn't finding everything okay. I mean, wouldn't I have ASKED YOU TO HELP ME if I weren't? The reason I don't ask you to help me is because if I tell you I'm vaguely interested in the Made in China heels that I saw in Shoes, you'll tell me that the four-hundred-buck-Ferragamos would last me much longer. Like waiters who ask you if you want another drink and dessert because they want a bigger tip, The Shop Girl Who Makes Commission is possibly the best reason yet to shop online.

Self-Righteous Cyclists
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These helmeted wonders answer to no one. With their flashy pieces of aluminum and rubber, they wobble and coast through city traffic like God's gift to the ozone layer. When you're saving as much energy as they are, you're obviously totally free to run red lights, turn in front of oncoming traffic, and knock people's side mirrors around. They know they can ride right along side your car without a care in the world, because if you hit them, you're the careless, SUV driving, ball-scratching gasoline whore. 

There are plenty more irritating people around, and we'll post a couple of follow-ups to this rant. Just because you didn't make this list, don't assume we haven't come across you yet. If you're a pain in the ass, we know about it. Stay tuned for your entry in Drivl's "Most Irritating, Vol. II.

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I love your description of The Shop Girl Who Makes Commission. It's perfect. Written on 19/1/07
I want to invent "Do Not Disturb" signs like the ones at hotels. You hang one around you neck when you go into Nordstrom and if they still ask you if you're finding everything okay, you can have them fired, as if they'd walked in on you while you were in the shower. Written on 19/1/07
The "friendly" stranger type scares the hell out of me: Once I was downtown waiting for a bus late at night, when I was 16, and some dude starts talking to me about his job at some restaurant, and how much he hates it, and so on, and I politely nod and listen uncomfortably, and then he says "That's a nice shirt." And feels up my crotch (I'm a guy, by the way). Luckily there were some cops down the block, so I got up and started waiting for the bus closer to them, so I could call for help if needed. And then the dude walks up to me and starts asking me to come with him down the alley. I said 'No thanks' and he kind of wandered away.

Another time, more recently, some really old-looking guy comes up to me at a bus stop, again, late at night and downtown, and starts talking about current events, the town he's from, and so on. He was well-dressed enough, and just seemed like a lonely old man. And then he pulls out a crack pipe, and starts smoking crack right in front of me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He was harmless, but still. Written on 20/1/07
Harmless, but still at its finest. Written on 20/1/07
"That's a nice shirt." And feels up my crotch (I'm a guy, by the way)."

Ah. Well if you were a woman you would`ve probably been asking for it. Written on 22/1/07
Especially if he was wearing hot pants and a tight top that says, "Frankie says RELAX." Written on 22/1/07
nineeightoneseventybillioneightthousandwiggitywoothreehundred


That's my FAVORITE number! How'd you know? Written on 20/1/07
Oh, I especially love the cyclists who decide that it's alright for them to run a stop sign in an intersection when I'm already going through said intersection. Sure, they demand space on the street, but when they don't follow the rules of the road, it makes me not want to hit my brakes. "No officer, from what I remember in traffic school you treat a bicycle like a car not like a pedestrian. I just assumed that when I was in the middle of the intersection that the bicycle, who was on the street and of course following the rules of the road, would stop at the stop sign and not stop in my grill. But of course, you know what they say about assume..." Written on 21/1/07
I love the one about the "Coffee Shop Cell Phone Girl". That is so true, and any where else you go. There is ALWAYS someone trying to multi-task and wasting everyone's time. So funny about searching for a quarter only to ask to use the debit card. Eh..I'm guilty of that myself. Written on 21/1/07
Ha - I've taken to running in fear from the sales girls at Nordstrom. They pounce on you if you they see you holding a pair of pants. If you manage to keep one at bay, the rest will keep hounding you until you finally give in and let them "start you a room". When you enter said room, you will find a whole bunch of clothing you didn't ask for, including a "few items we just got in". The ensuing barrage of comments that you are then attacked with is horrifying: "OH MY GOD - that looks so amazing. You're getting those, right? You have to get those. Oh my god - your waist looks sooooo small. I'm jealous!". No seriously, she said that. I've come to the point where there are several salesgirls that I flee from, and one that I will buy clothing from only to return it to a different store. I fear her. Written on 21/1/07
Isn`t every "stranger" friendly?

I mean, it`s your hand, right? Written on 22/1/07
The Shop Girl Who Makes Commission, I just wish to say her: you know what I am just looking around I'm not blind I don't need help to see Written on 22/1/07
I went shopping this weekend. Yes, I did. And what did the girl say to me?

"ARE YOU FINDING EVERYTHING OKAY?"

She couldn't work out why I started laughing. Heh. Written on 22/1/07
Now honestly, if all these people were to drop off the face of the earth...what would we have to drivl about??? :-) Written on 23/1/07
Touché and agreed! Written on 23/1/07
The "Friendly Stranger" is particularly annoying when you know they're about to say something to you.

I recently had to go to the grocery store to purchase a bulk quantity of a particular item for my office. I had about 30 of them in my basket when i rolled up to the checkstand. I was already in a bad mood. The guy in front of me turned around and looked at my basket. I could feel it coming like a car about to hit me in slow motion. He looked at me, the basket, me, the basket, then the smile and nod. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it.

"Connoisseur, eh?"

It was all I had in me not to fly over the basket and beat him senseless with his own frozen peas. I said, "No, fuckwad. It's for my whole office. Now turn around and mind your own fucking business before I snap kick you in the neck.". Well, actually I said, "heh, guess so.", but I wanted to. Written on 24/1/07
You know what gets me mad? When you visit the same shop on a regular basis and buy the same thing from the same person AND they have to comment about it. You'll roll up to the counter for your regular thing, and they'll say, "triple Americano for you again today?" with this knowing grin on their face.

I don't know why this annoys me so much, but it does! Written on 24/1/07
It annoys you because you hate to admit that even the brain-dead emplyee at $tarbuck$ has become a familiar face in your life. They know you, they know your taste, your habits.
But wait 'till you'll finally have your broadband access at home. Only three days, three days you'll have to stay out of this worm hole and refuse yourself the luxury of several triple Americanos a day. Finally you'll be able to pay that first up front payment for your own internet acces at home! They'll never see you again there!
You have already made up the plan. Next week you are going to work that hard you'll have no time for coffee! But then again, who's going to make you feel beloved, know what you want? They all know you here, you're a regular.
And it could have been a lot worse, remember that Belgian bartender? That guy ho always wanted to sell you tequila shots? *sigh*

"Another triple Americano, Miss?"
Yes please.
"Have you already tried our newly imported Belgian Praline$?"

One day! Only three days! Written on 30/1/07
Ah, no! Please tell me I haven't become one of those! Shit, I think I have. I have about 20 regular customers in my store I know exactly what they want, and a few more that come in maybe 1 or 2 times a week...now I want to cry. My life is hell. Written on 31/1/07
?what is coffee for Written on 26/11/07
Personally, I'm feeling a comment about the person who walks down the sidewalk texting and running into people, then looking up, a quick "sorry" and then texting away again


texting is very useful and all but it's taking over the world. :) Written on 24/1/07
old senile customers that yell because i'mtrying to make their food nice, because the people i work with are sloppy fast, i'm neat and nice with like 5 secs extra time, mehhh mehhh, and you know what, it's meat slicing and i d c cuz i'm a girl and i should not have to do that job, so i will be slow all i want, and maybe the girls shouldn't have such rough jobs, tell me to raise my blood pressure over your chemical meat and your attitude and while you may be souring at me while i turn behind for a whole minute.
uh uh i'm supposed to be having twins someday. And that's the best.
In the end IIII'mmm getting the winks. and I still don't know what they mean. I remember being 15 and my coworkers being very enthusiastic about having a nice day. Just have a Nice Day. Who am I to say that. And the kids the rookies out there with some talent, "oh yeah III'm good" That would be like Aristotle and Zuess, not really some kid. if you're saying your good like that please tell me you're realizing you're wiping america's bottom okay. Written on 26/11/07
old senile customers that yell because i'mtrying to make their food nice, because the senile people i work with a sloppy fast, i'm neat and nice with like 5 secs extra time, mehhh mehhh, and you know what, it's meat slicing and i d c cuz i'm a goirl and i should not have to do that job, so i will be slow all i want, and maybe the girls shouldn't have such rough jobs, tell me to raise my blood pressure over your chemical meat and your attitude and while you may be souring at me while i turn behind for a whole minute.
uh uh i'msupposed to be having twins someday. And that's the best. Written on 26/11/07

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