Things That Irk Kate – Volume 1

1.) If you’re going to tell-off your significant other in the middle of the grocery store on your cell phone while perusing various cuts of meat, use words that are kid friendly, because I’m telling you right now, if my toddler starts uttering the phrase, “Fuck your Goddamn Mother” I’m throwing all the canned food I’ve accrued in my shopping cart, plus squishy vegetables at your head.

2.) I’ve come to the conclusion that 80 percent of the human race are disgusting pigs. For heaven’s sake ladies, it’s not that hard to wipe up after yourself and flush the damn toilet at a public restroom. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to pass a stall and then gag because someone decided they’d like to keep their work of art fresh for everyone else to savor.

3.) While at the beach, don’t throw your shit around and expect other people to clean it up. I mean, most people will clean up your shit, only because we’re tired of ignorant, lazy and entitled people screwing up our beach with their shit. Just don’t assume that we’ll save your ass and the environment at the same time, k?

4.) I really really really dislike people who use handicap parking spaces who aren’t really handicapped, or ninja’d the pass from an aunt with a hip replacement. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen a nice young woman or man sprint out of their car while parked in a restricted space. If you can walk normally, you can park a few spaces back.

5.) The ice cream truck. It irks me. If I hear the “Turkey In the Straw” one more f’in time…well, you won’t like me when I’m angry.

6.) The fact that coffee, vanilla extract, and baking chocolate taste nothing like you’d think they’d taste like. Oh, the traumatic childhood memories!

7.) The fact that liver and onions tastes exactly how you think liver and onions would taste…like ass.

8.) Just because you could afford the big honking SUV, the boob and nose job, and the pretty house on Mulberry Lane, doesn’t mean that you are any better than me. The next time you look at me that way, out comes the squash. I mean it.

Bitch.

9.) If I’m already going abit faster than the speed limit and keeping up with traffic, and you flash your lights, ride my ass, or honk at me to move out of the way, expect the finger. A big one. Maybe two, because I will be driving with my knees and attempting to smite you with dirty looks.

10.) It bugs the heck out of me that corporations find it necessary to install toilet paper rolls that rip off one square at a time. If you’ve got an employee theft problem involving toilet paper, you need to hire better people. If you’re trying to save money, keep in mind that while people are taking 15 minutes to rip off enough paper to wipe their asses, you’re losing that time in which they could be productive.

That’s all for now. I will go be irked in private.

12 thoughts on “Things That Irk Kate – Volume 1

  1. Vince says:

    Remember that old adage – Friends help you move. Real friends help you move the body.

    Absolutely!

    And now I shall play follow-the-leader (Kate to janeice to me) and point appropriately.

    Egads, it’s a movement!

  2. Nathan says:

    This morning, heading in to work, there was some pretty slow traffic leading to the bridge. So I pull across the intersection and have to stop again and the guy behind me, instead of waiting one light back, pull up next to me in the bike lane and comes to a stop at an angle that indicates he’s going to pull in front of me when the light changes again.

    I rolled down my window and signaled cheerfully to him. When he rolled down his window, I asked if he wanted my cell number. He looked kind of confused, so I said, “Well it’s obviously more important that you get where you’re going than me. From now on, you can just call me and I’ll pull over until you’ve passed me.

    Dick@

  3. Hope your day has gotten better.

    And just as an aside, we have a handicapped permit for my grandmother. When we go to many stores I’ll drop her off at the door, park quickly, and then run to catch up with her. Sometimes she’ll walk to the car from the store, sometimes not, depending upon how tired she is.

    And I always feel like people are hayt’n me for that, even though I have dropped her and her walker off at the door.

  4. Dez says:

    #2 (heh, no poo pun intended) Wow, I thought only guys did this… my illusions of the cleanliness of females has been shattered.

    #3 Hey, save the drowning trash, not the drowning litterers. At least the trash is recyclable, and the fish get a snack.

    #5 Note to self… I have found the button that will turn Kate into a thermonuclear device. I must tell Pete and then run to “minimum safe distance”.

    #6 Yes, the baking chocolate was a bitter disappointment for me too.

    #7 Liver is one of the 3 foods of the anti-Christ… and there isn’t enough ketchup on the planet to cover up the taste of it. The taste should come as no surprise; I mean, just look at its function in the body.

    #9 Ahhhhh… the Rant is strong in this one. This was my favorite.

  5. #10. I have been known to pack tool in my purse to “fix” those damn things.

    *hug* for your bad day. Remember that old adage – Friends help you move. Real friends help you move the body.

    I’ve got a truck, blue tarps, duct tape, and heavy equipment for earth moving. I might have access to an incinerator and/or kiln. It’s a bit of drive from Alaska to the east coast, but I’m here for you.

  6. GK says:

    9.) If Iā€™m already going abit faster than the speed limit and keeping up with traffic, and you flash your lights, ride my ass, or honk at me to move out of the way, expect the finger. A big one. Maybe two, because I will be driving with my knees and attempting to smite you with dirty looks.

    Its not your job to enforce the speed limits, if you’re in the passing lane holding up people trying to pass you, you’re in the wrong.. move over!! The left lane is not for “keeping up with traffic” it is for passing..

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