Kevin's Watch

Huh.

My husband has a weird way of loading a dishwasher but it doesn't involve that particular quirk.

michaelm wrote:People who load a dishwasher from the front so that as it gets loaded you have to lean over more and more dirty stuff to get to the back. I would have thought that loading from the back forward would be common sense...

Not sure your situation, but here in 'Murica diswashers have moveable drawers that slide all the way out for loading. No awkwardness required.

Ahhh...common sense. The thing that every person is convinced they have exactly the correct amount of.

MsMary wrote:Huh.

My husband has a weird way of loading a dishwasher but it doesn't involve that particular quirk.

My wife calls me the "diswasher nazi" as I rearrange things in there to put them at the back. My father-in-law does the same thing and it drives me crazy as it's just lazy to put things in at the front and not think about what's going to go in afterwards.

michaelm wrote:

MsMary wrote:Huh.

My husband has a weird way of loading a dishwasher but it doesn't involve that particular quirk.

My wife calls me the "diswasher nazi" as I rearrange things in there to put them at the back. My father-in-law does the same thing and it drives me crazy as it's just lazy to put things in at the front and not think about what's going to go in afterwards.

My husband gets similarly annoyed when I rearrange the dishwasher before running it.

Glad to know we're not the only ones!

Why does every second person [seriously!] who see's me sweeping outside the front of the shop make the remark "You're doing a good job there". It's like we're automatons programmed to respond to a given stimuli in the same way:-

Line 1: See a man sweeping a doorway you are entering

Line 2: Smirk and engage vocal mode "you're doing a good job there."

They're pleased that you're doing it, so they don't have to.

I had to break Julie of the habit of putting knives blade up in the dish drainer. she did not believe that anyone would trip and impale themselves on it. but then she never read Salem's Lot.

sgt.null wrote:I had to break Julie of the habit of putting knives blade up in the dish drainer. she did not believe that anyone would trip and impale themselves on it. but then she never read Salem's Lot.

I actually convinced my wife to put everything handle up. She asked me why I do it and I asked her which she would rather someone handle when they empty the dishwasher - the part she puts in her hand or the part she puts in her mouth. I just think it's unhygenic to put things in so that whoever empties it has to touch the blade, tines, etc.

Oh, and the Salem's Lot thing too.

michaelm wrote:

sgt.null wrote:I had to break Julie of the habit of putting knives blade up in the dish drainer. she did not believe that anyone would trip and impale themselves on it. but then she never read Salem's Lot.

I actually convinced my wife to put everything handle up. She asked me why I do it and I asked her which she would rather someone handle when they empty the dishwasher - the part she puts in her hand or the part she puts in her mouth. I just think it's unhygenic to put things in so that whoever empties it has to touch the blade, tines, etc.

Oh, and the Salem's Lot thing too.

This reminds me of when I worked at restaurants... the filthy kids would put the sharp cutting knives in the soapy water in the sink.

Some people lack sense, they just lack it!

peter wrote:Why does every second person [seriously!] who see's me sweeping outside the front of the shop make the remark "You're doing a good job there". It's like we're automatons programmed to respond to a given stimuli in the same way:-

Line 1: See a man sweeping a doorway you are entering

Line 2: Smirk and engage vocal mode "you're doing a good job there."

They wouldn't last five minutes in your shoes. Or in a zombie apocalypse.

Here's another 'shop peeve' [gosh what a whiney bastard thid thread is making me]. WTF is it with every clown and his mother racing into the shop at 10.55 pm when we close at 11. You can see no-one for an hour and then regular as clockwork five minutes before we close, bang, in they all come. What is it about 'seven - eleven' they don't get. We get paid shit, worked like cattle and then these monkeys expect us to keep the shop open for them on our own time so they can browse the shop at leasure deciding which frikkin' bar of chocolate to take home. Well, they get short shrift from me! At two miutes two I round 'em up and shove 'em to the till. If I get a murmer of complaint I say "This shop's been open for 16 hours. If you want to pay me £5 for my time while you waste it then so be it - otherwise what you don't pay for before 11 you don't get!"

peter wrote:WTF is it with every clown and his mother racing into the shop at 10.55 pm when we close at 11. You can see no-one for an hour and then regular as clockwork five minutes before we close, bang, in they all come. What is it about 'seven - eleven' they don't get...

Eh, for boundary-pushers... I would say they -DO- get the part about "11" ...perhaps a little too well!

Btw, your post about how annoying it is to have people talk at you offering random greetings when you just wish they were pretending you weren't there... made me think. And change some stuff, I think.

Well, they get short shrift from me! At two miutes two I round 'em up and shove 'em to the till. If I get a murmer of complaint I say "This shop's been open for 16 hours. If you want to pay me £5 for my time while you waste it then so be it - otherwise what you don't pay for before 11 you don't get!"

Bwahaha!
I'm pretty much thinking "good for you" here.

...says the woman whom librarians occasionally have to stand hovering over at 9pm after "The library is now closed" has been announced over the loudspeakers.

Linna Heartlistener wrote:...says the woman whom librarians occasionally have to stand hovering over at 9pm after "The library is now closed" has been announced over the loudspeakers.

It's different with books though...

I work 12 hour shifts, spend another 3 hours driving back and forth. I have to use the bathrooms at work. So I wait until no one's in there. I choose the stall at the end. And every time someone comes in and chooses the stall next to mine. I clear my throat. I politely state that there's an open stall one more over. Nope. They keep on going.

Like people coming onto the elevator before you get off. Sure, we've all done it, might not have seen the other person on the opposite side of the door. But what you're supposed to do is apologize and back out. You don't barge in and look at the other person like they're the problem.

And a new one today. I run in to the grocery store to get a couple things. Self checkout is closed. So I get in line behind a lady who looks like she's almost done. She and the cashier are chatting. I'm thinking, 'OK, ladies. Finish it up. This stuff is heavy.' Next thing I know, the lady in front of me walks—casually walks—back into the isles to get something. Comes back with a case of water. A few seconds later, walks back out to get another one. I figure that has to be it. Nope. She goes off again. I give up and go to one of the other lanes I should've gone to in the first place. But who does that? Without even apologizing to the person behind them or even look like they're trying to be quick about it.

movie theaters. I pick a spot away from people. and even though there are plenty of places to sit, a group of people, usually with children must sit next to me.

same thing in parking lots. why must someone park right next to our truck when there are dozens of empty spaces all about.

and the same in restaurants. find a table less close to me, plenty of them about.

And on the bus. And the Metro. Honest to goodness, honey, there's a completely empty seat *right over there*. Why did you have to sit next to me?

(Whaddya think, guys? Are we all antisocial, or just introverts? )

sgt.null wrote:movie theaters. I pick a spot away from people. and even though there are plenty of places to sit, a group of people, usually with children must sit next to me.

This. The worst time ever I can think of is Clerks II. I walk in the theater, early, and there's one other guy, sitting way in back. I sit in the middle. A few minutes before the movie starts, one other guy comes in. This... jackanapes comes in and sits right behind me. And to make it worse, he starts eating his popcorn as loudly as possible. I've said before that my biggest pet peeve is hearing people eat. I stood up, looked at the guy, and said something like, 'What the hell is wrong with you?' I was ready to fight, thinking it must be some stereotypical Kevin Smith fan being a jerk. But he just had this clueless face, like he had no idea anything he did was amiss. I shook my head and moved up a couple rows.

I shop late at night for groceries after the kids are down. Invariably, the only open checkout is the "express" check out. Well guess what, I have more than 15 items, but nowhere else to go, so I get to look like the a** who is in the line with too much stuff. I usually let the first person with two things behind me go first, but once I start unloading, everyone else must wait, and then there's two or three people behind me pissed at me. C'mon, if you are going to leave one lane open, make it the non-express so it's for everyone???

maybe he was lonely? it has happened to me much like that and I can't figure it out. I know I do not give an inviting vibe.

one time on the airplane I had my headphones on and was reading a book and the guy next to me would not shut up for the entire flight. houston to boston. are people really that clueless?

ali - I wouldn't say so much antisocial as uninterested in small talk. if they had something engaging to discuss, I'd be all for it. say comic books or doctor who.

a lot of people seem strangely drawn to interrupt someone while they are reading. anyone else notice that?

and when I am at the ballpark I keep score. big card and pencil. it has to be painfully obvious what I am doing. and people want to chit-chat. why the hell aren't they interested in the game that is happening right in front of them.

at music concerts I have been next to twits screaming into their cell phones instead of enjoying the show that is being performed for their enjoyment right in front of them. why spend money on a ticket and then gab to their friends about whatever asinine thought that pops into their mostly empty skulls?