Today, [some annoying thing happened]

There are a lot of posts dealing with news articles and blog posts and other cud produced by breeders, but I wanted to start a thread for sharing those small daily annoyances that maybe aren't worth a thread of their own, because they are so commonplace (but nonetheless irritating).
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Sidewalk Picnic and Generation Brat

Today the weather was lovely: sunny, a light breeze--a real end of summer sort of day, and a nice change from rainy autumn weather. I had the back door open to let in the fresh air. I live in an apartment building, and there's a wide sidewalk which goes right past the back door (I have about 2 feet of 'garden' and then there's the sidewalk). Normally the only irritation related to the sidewalk is the sound of lazy people pushing shopping carts (which they seem to deem their personal property) from their homes to the nearby shopping center and back again. It's noisy, but brief. There are children playing as well, but usually on the other side of the building so annoying but not teeth-grittingly irritating.

I kept hearing this noise like a shopping cart, but repeated. So I looked out and there was a small girl with a wooden baby carriage (with wooden wheels, too, which was why it was so loud) running down the sidewalk and pushing it, then turning around and going back. After a while of doing that she started throwing around a ball, which of course landed in my yard. It's small, but it's still mine, so I was a bit annoyed watching her fishing it out of the bamboo. Still, it was better than when she went back to pushing the fucking doll carriage again. Add to this the babble of moomies talking, and the periodic call of the mother lowing to the calf: "Aaaammmmy! Ammmmy!" and you end up with an unpleasant experience, especially as I had woken up with a headache.

Later I went to the shop and discovered why this little brat had made the sidewalk her play-area: at the other end of the sidewalk, about three apartments down, some moos were having a picnic! Right in the goddamn sidewalk, as if there wasn't a park that they could have walked to a few minutes away. Well, I suppose then they would have found it difficult to haul their chairs and table, which they had plunked down, completely blocking the sidewalk. Of course there were several bratlings, of which Amy (who was maybe 5) appeared to be the oldest. This is not a nice place for a picnic, mind you. There is a bicycle path on one side, the apartment building on the other, and it overlooks the shopping center parking lot. I found it mind-boggling that they'd parked their asses down as if they owned the sidewalk, and this was a perfectly legitimate place to have a social gathering.

When I returned, the party had ended, so I just had to contend with the young boys kicking the soccer ball on the other end of the apartment building (aka one wall of my apartment) without regard for pedestrians. One of them had on a t-shirt which read: I am the new generation and I felt a urge to smack him. But, given that he was all of 6 or 7, it was probably his parent who bought that for the adorable little snowflake.

And just recently they seemed to be engaged in a screaming contest. They weren't playing, they were trying to outscream each other. I had to go out and yell at them to shut up. Why will nobody curb their brats?

A sidewalk picnic? Why didn't they just go to a park or go INSIDE and eat? That reminds me of the townhouse/apartments that we briefly lived at while we were in the process of buying this house. There were small patches of grass for the yards and VERY SMALL stoops/patio areas without fences at the back that had enough room for perhaps a welcome mat (I had one that said, GO AWAY!!!) and maybe a decent sized plant or a small chair. The breeders that lived next door had COOK OUTS on their stoop! They had one of those really small disposable looking grills and around it they would sprawl out in lawn and garden chairs in groups of 5 or 6 adults with God only knows how many screaming kyds playing ball in and around parked cars in the parking lot.

These apartment stoops were SO close, that you were only 3-4 feet away from the cookout crowd when you went in that door. I HATED that they were all piled up like that in such a small area talking loudly, playing music, and hooping and hollering. Those same people had Rebel flags doubling as curtains too that were visble from the street. They too had "picnics" outside in the front yard area, but I never saw even THAT hillbilly bunch actually dining on the sidewalks!!!! Wouldn't the sidewalks fall under some city ordinance or something regarding blocking them? If so, I believe that I would file an anonymous complaint.

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

It didn't happen to me, but one of our customers was telling me this morning about her job. She works at a garden/pet store. She said that parents will bring their kids back to the pet area and just leave them there and expect her to babysit them. The area is clearly posted that children must be accompanied by an adult. So she marches the kid out, finds its parents, and informs them of the store policy. She said she isn't getting paid to babysit someone's brat. LOL!! Love her!

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It didn't happen to me, but one of our customers was telling me this morning about her job. She works at a garden/pet store. She said that parents will bring their kids back to the pet area and just leave them there and expect her to babysit them. The area is clearly posted that children must be accompanied by an adult. So she marches the kid out, finds its parents, and informs them of the store policy. She said she isn't getting paid to babysit someone's brat. LOL!! Love her!

I've seen that going on in other pet stores and variety types of stores with toys/bicycles/kyddie merchandise for sale as well. Breeders think that if an animal or toy is for sale in an area, that it automatically makes it a "kyds playground" area! They don't even give it a thought that these products or pets are on display and are for SALE. They treat it as if the animals or toys are "courtesy" toys or playthings instead of valuable merchandise/pets for sale. Then they try and play dumb about it with attitudes like, "What do you expect? Of course Shytleigh will play with it, it's a PUPPY!!!" Never mind that no one wants to buy what will amount to a used toy and that the animals are living beings that do NOT likely want to be handled by children who are too young to be careful with them. That, and the salespeople are NOT baybeesitters.

That philosophy would make it okay to leave disoriented granny unattended in the medical supply section and expect the sales person on that floor to test the blood pressure and diabetic meters on her, let her use the display porto-potty chairs, and take naps on the home hospital beds.

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

This was my today:

http://tinypic.com/r/2929x20/7

Spotted on a message board about a radio DJ.

Do I really have to have that in my face when I'm just browsing for gossip?

UltraSounds creep me out massively. (whoops, er, not sure how to stop the preview thing for people who also hate them)

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This was my today:

Do I really have to have that in my face when I'm just browsing for gossip?

UltraSounds creep me out massively.

Euwwh, and that counter screams attention whore. Sigs like that belong on specialized sites, and should not be part of general use. No surprise she's of the opinion that the celebrity doesn't deserve privacy, seeing as she herself doesn't seem to want any either!

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Sorceress
It didn't happen to me, but one of our customers was telling me this morning about her job. She works at a garden/pet store. She said that parents will bring their kids back to the pet area and just leave them there and expect her to babysit them. The area is clearly posted that children must be accompanied by an adult. So she marches the kid out, finds its parents, and informs them of the store policy. She said she isn't getting paid to babysit someone's brat. LOL!! Love her!

That sounds like a win
Update: I mean in that she can actually do something about it--most of the time you're powerless to do anything about breeder bullshit.

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thursdaynext
This was my today:

http://tinypic.com/r/2929x20/7

Spotted on a message board about a radio DJ.

Do I really have to have that in my face when I'm just browsing for gossip?

UltraSounds creep me out massively. (whoops, er, not sure how to stop the preview thing for people who also hate them)

Blech!

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Shopping Cart Traffic Jam

Today I was shopping at the open-air market which is set up every Friday. It is basically some rather small stalls with awnings over them, there are a few that have a sort of rudimentary 'inside' with narrow paths. I saw not one, but two moos with shopping carts trying to navigate inside the vegetable 'shop'. Needless to say, they were totally blocking everyone elses' way--these aisles are so narrow they aren't made for anything more than a person carrying a basket. In order to do this they must have taken the shopping carts from the market some distance away. All this was so they could have a little snot sitting in the shopping cart. I guess they can't manage a sling (takes up no room) or a stroller (even the behemoth ones generally take up less space than a shopping cart)--it doesn't get in the way enough.

Great idea for a thread!

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Sigs like that belong on specialized sites, and should not be part of general use.

Exactly. It's one thing to find that shit on a moomie board. Attention-whore. How would she like to see someone's colonoscopy photos (they can actually take photos of the inside of your colon if they find something suspicious)?

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Shauna's like a gluten-free Jim Jones for dumb, lifeless middle-aged women. I swear, this bitch could set fire to a orphanage and they would applaud her for bringing them light. ~ Miss Hannigan

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kidlesskim
...enough room for perhaps a welcome mat (I had one that said, GO AWAY!!!)

I have SO wanted to get one of those for the longest time, but DH absolutely refuses.

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Shauna's like a gluten-free Jim Jones for dumb, lifeless middle-aged women. I swear, this bitch could set fire to a orphanage and they would applaud her for bringing them light. ~ Miss Hannigan

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...enough room for perhaps a welcome mat (I had one that said, GO AWAY!!!)

I have SO wanted to get one of those for the longest time, but DH absolutely refuses.

I have one. I love it. it's very 'me' cause I don't want people bothering me. great for trick or treaters too.


My annoying thing is that I absolutely CANNOT stand these totinos pizza commercials ending with a sickening breeder sounding version of "Kids in america". Makes me very ashamed and I can't seem to avoid them either.

Our hospital is in the process of another round of layoffs. Naturally, everyone is nervous. A few days ago, one of my breeder co-workers asked me what happens if they tell someone they're laid off and offer them a similar job elsewhere in the hospital, but on a less-desirable shift. She said "What if you have kids and can't work that shift? Can you still get unemployment?"

I said "There's no way they take people's family status into account (that would be discrimination, no?). Seems to me if they offer you another position and you turn it down for whatever reason, you shouldn't get unemployment."

It's just unbelievable how some people "think."

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Shauna's like a gluten-free Jim Jones for dumb, lifeless middle-aged women. I swear, this bitch could set fire to a orphanage and they would applaud her for bringing them light. ~ Miss Hannigan

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yurble
All this was so they could have a little snot sitting in the shopping cart. I guess they can't manage a sling (takes up no room) or a stroller (even the behemoth ones generally take up less space than a shopping cart)--it doesn't get in the way enough.

What really pisses me off is people putting their kids in the shopping cart area, not the little shopping cart seat like they're supposed to. (I refer to the seat as the poop seat because you all know that brats with shitty diapers are sitting in there.) A lot of the kids in the cart are like 3 or 4 years old too. So now we have not only the shopping cart handle, the shopping cart poop seat, but now the whole damn cart is infected wtih the brats' germs. Ack!

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Our hospital is in the process of another round of layoffs. Naturally, everyone is nervous. A few days ago, one of my breeder co-workers asked me what happens if they tell someone they're laid off and offer them a similar job elsewhere in the hospital, but on a less-desirable shift. She said "What if you have kids and can't work that shift? Can you still get unemployment?"

I said "There's no way they take people's family status into account (that would be discrimination, no?). Seems to me if they offer you another position and you turn it down for whatever reason, you shouldn't get unemployment."

It's just unbelievable how some people "think."

I don't know all of the unemployment ins and out anymore since I don't manage anyplace with employees to have to worry about it, but back when I did(early-late 1990's) they COULD get unemployment benefits if offered a job within the same company, but on a different shift! If they got laid off, they could qualify for unemployment benefits SOLELY due to a clause that basically said, " unable to procure childcare during newly revised scheduled hours considered to be "unusual" hours......" I had one moocow who had worked as a cashier 9am-3pm for about 5 or 6 months, and when sales took a nose dive in that particular location (restaurant) I scheduled myself to run the register and offered her a transfer to either NIGHT shift at that same location, OR at another location, same hours. She refused and went and filed for unemployment and got it!

They approved her based on the clause above AND on the grounds that she didn't have transportation to the other location because it wasn't on the public bus route. ONLY a single moo could have gotten away with this, but she did and so did several others throughout the years. Sorry, but I don't think that 4pm-10pm are "unusual" hours. Actually, I think that they ought to have to take the job or not get unemployment benefits if the hours are midnight to 6am, but that's just me.

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

Vote for the Kids!

Today I was preparing to vote, and was trying to read the voter's guide in order to inform myself on some issues I wasn't familiar with. What breederific trite statements are presented both for and against every goddamn issue! It's all "Vote YES for safe communities and kids!" and "Vote NO to give our children the education they deserve!" and of course all the candidates mention "As the mother of three," or "Married for 35 years, with four children." Excuse me, but I'm trying to vote on the issues and all this blah blah family bullshit just makes me want to vote against whatever it is you're arguing for--except that the other side is doing the same thing! Why can't they stick to the point and drop the empty rhetoric, which is seriously annoying to anyone who doesn't give a flying fuck about kyds?

Yesterday I was in line behind a hillbilly duddy at Walgreens who had an economy size box of Pampers hoisted up onto the counter. The fat girl behind the counter is a breeder because she's always talking about all of her kyds and the entire week of Mother's Day last year she wore little "I heart Mommy" handmade pins all over her fucking uniform. Anyway, as I expected, she and numbnuts started up an engaging conversation about potty training and toadlers with commentary including how they like to "go poopy" in the "big potty" VS in the potty chair, how many times that they had had "accidents" aka shit themselves while wearing these "big boy " diapers, how they had only had to change the piss sheets 3 times this past week, etc...............Basically about 5 minutes of shit-in-diaper and potty poopy stories that did NOTHING but hold up the line! ALL I WANTED was to buy a can of hairspray, a pack of cigarettes, a book of stamps, and get the fuck out!

I also hate it that holding up the line with this incessant chatter doesn't seem to be enough, but they have to look back at waiting customers with that "seeking nods of approval" look that they are notorious for from innocent bystanders. They got NOTHING from me but a dirty look. I HATE to get in line behind a breeder with anything baybee related in sight like diapers, kyds' medicine, or the actual loaf itself. You can just about be guaranteed that the cashier will be a breeder too and they will begin an all out conversation about the kyd and hold the fucking line up. It NEVER fails.:sbx

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

Today I had a doctor's appointment, and this was my first visit to his office. In the waiting room when I arrived, there were already several people seated, and there was one group of four--a couple with two children, one about 1-1/2, the other only a few months old in a carrier. (What possesses someone to bring the entire family for an OUTING to a doctor's office is beyond comprehension--it was a breast specialist, not a pediatrician, FFS!) One older woman took the bait, and was making googly eyes and cooing over the kids; I saw this upon entering, and immediately sat on the far side of the room.

I figured they'd all trundle off and clear out of the waiting room when Mommie was called, but Duh remained seated with the kids, fussing with them after she left, trying to entertain them with a picture book of some kind. About two minutes after the woman leaves, the toddler girl starts WHINING for Mommie, and when this doesn't have the desired effect of Mommie instantly reappearing, she cranks up the volume and starts screeching "Moommmiiieee, Moooooooommmmmmmmmmie!" The noise was truly migraine-inducing! Duh was completely ineffective in quieting the kid, so he finally asks the receptionist if they can all go back to Mommie's exam room and wait together, so the staff accomodated him. It was clear to me that this was not the first time the kid had pulled such shit to get her way. What a fucking circus. Even if Mommie couldn't drive, there was no compelling reason for the whole family to ALL to be plopped in the waiting room, and I can't imagine the doctor having to do an exam and consultation in front of a family audience with a attention seeking toddler in the room! How rude!

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Today I had a doctor's appointment, and this was my first visit to his office. In the waiting room when I arrived, there were already several people seated, and there was one group of four--a couple with two children, one about 1-1/2, the other only a few months old in a carrier. (What possesses someone to bring the entire family for an OUTING to a doctor's office is beyond comprehension--it was a breast specialist, not a pediatrician, FFS!) One older woman took the bait, and was making googly eyes and cooing over the kids; I saw this upon entering, and immediately sat on the far side of the room.

I figured they'd all trundle off and clear out of the waiting room when Mommie was called, but Duh remained seated with the kids, fussing with them after she left, trying to entertain them with a picture book of some kind. About two minutes after the woman leaves, the toddler girl starts WHINING for Mommie, and when this doesn't have the desired effect of Mommie instantly reappearing, she cranks up the volume and starts screeching "Moommmiiieee, Moooooooommmmmmmmmmie!" The noise was truly migraine-inducing! Duh was completely ineffective in quieting the kid, so he finally asks the receptionist if they can all go back to Mommie's exam room and wait together, so the staff accomodated him. It was clear to me that this was not the first time the kid had pulled such shit to get her way. What a fucking circus. Even if Mommie couldn't drive, there was no compelling reason for the whole family to ALL to be plopped in the waiting room, and I can't imagine the doctor having to do an exam and consultation in front of a family audience with a attention seeking toddler in the room! How rude!

In my area, the WHOLE famblee always hops the hillbilly truck and catches a ride into "town" when one of them has a doctor's appointment. I was astounded when I first realized this, but it's like that at EVERY doctor's office. I have been in a neurologists' waiting room along other with other waiting patients who were wearing post surgical neck and back casts-braces and in obvious pain, stroke survivors with paralysis problems on walkers/using canes/wheelchairs, and other people who probably were there for appointments or tests for neurological issues ranging from obvious brain injuries/head trauma to apparent Parkison's disease and ALS looking symptoms. Yet, the Hillbillies STILL pile in there with Meemaw, Peepaw, Aunt Flossie and her two, Uncle Otis and his INPIG woman, a coupla of toadler aged grandbrats, and the perfunctory whining baybee. Then when they call MeeMaw back and she is struggling to waddle back there with only a wobbly walker to support all 300 lbs of her, they get all excited and start asking various kyds, "Do ya wanna go back with Meemaw?". I have seen ENTIRE extended famblees file back into the patient exam rooms which are only about 150 square feet in size.

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I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

Kim, I know you can't say where you live on the open forum. But I hope--after reading this and the trailer thread--that I never end up anywhere near it.

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yurble
Kim, I know you can't say where you live on the open forum. But I hope--after reading this and the trailer thread--that I never end up anywhere near it.

larious I don't mind being general and saying that it's Southern Kentucky, USA, but it's more of the same in other areas that I have lived including Central and southern Alabama (where the trailer stories originated), Georgia, North Carolina, and North-central Florida. Although I haven't lived in the following areas, I have visited them and/or know people who live in them and it's MORE of the same:Tennessee, Mississippi, Arkansas, South Carolina, Texas, Virginia, West Virgina, and Louisiana. Although rednecks and hillbillies can be found anywhere, they seem to cluster in small and rural southern towns and cities.

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

I thought rural midwest was bad. I shall certainly avoid the rural south.

The 'Gardener'

Today I observed a little Bratlina with a shovel digging up part of the city's greenery which is located not far from my backyard. She seemed to find it fun to dig up a clump of dirt from under the bushes, and then pour it over on top of the bushes. An older man came by, and said something to her. She stopped for a moment, and acted as if she was putting some of the dirt she'd sprinkled over the sidewalk back in place. As soon as he left she went back to her pasttime of pouring the dirt over the bushes. The same man walked back the other way, and made her stop again, and stayed with her until she'd replaced as much as possible. Then he left again, and she returned to her digging up until finally her mother came and made her stop (without correcting the damage).

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Kim, I know you can't say where you live on the open forum. But I hope--after reading this and the trailer thread--that I never end up anywhere near it.

larious I don't mind being general and saying that it's Southern Kentucky, USA, but it's more of the same in other areas that I have lived including Central and southern Alabama (where the trailer stories originated), Georgia, North Carolina, and North-central Florida. Although I haven't lived in the following areas, I have visited them and/or know people who live in them and it's MORE of the same:Tennessee, Mississippi, Arkansas, South Carolina, Texas, Virginia, West Virgina, and Louisiana. Although rednecks and hillbillies can be found anywhere, they seem to cluster in small and rural southern towns and cities.

don't forget below mason-dixon line areas of nj...