I think I hate the incessant beeping of the cab driver's meter the most. Dude, I'm really glad you just made 15 cents on me (beep), but it's getting old. I'm glad you feeling like you're racking in the dough (beep), but intelligent people can just read the meter and see the number going up (beep); they don't need to be reminded by an audible noise that breaks their concentration, interrupts their sleep, or (beep) just made them miss something really witty or insightful on NPR (beep).
I get tricked every time they say something. I lean in so I can make out whatever they're asking me, but nope, it's just Arabic and that damn bluetooth again. Plus, I'm always paranoid that they're talking about me. I'm going to start saying "ma'a salama" every time I get out, that way they'll think I understood everything they said and feel bad if they actually were talking about me. Or they'll just be embarrassed because they'll think I understood every word of their private, intimate conversation. That'll learn 'em.
at least cabbies in the chi allow you to bring booze in the cars. cabbies up north have been known to refuse service to people (on religious basis) if the passengers are carrying a sixer
One of my favorite things to do is to take a stance on something -- usually religion -- and defend it to the death, no matter HOW ridiculous it gets. They are usually serious and it ramps up quickly. Points are given if you can jump in on any random topic picked up in their cell phone conversations (which are always in Arabic, apparently). The best stance is when you tell them you try real hard to be good, but you keep falling and you have to repent. They jus' love trying to save you.
This is a compendium of people, places or things we either mildly dislike or severely hate, although most of the hate will probably come from Cy, and most of the dislikes from Anna... with Candice wavering somewhere in between.
Guest bloggers who hate things more than Cy will be duly appreciated.
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I think I hate the incessant beeping of the cab driver's meter the most. Dude, I'm really glad you just made 15 cents on me (beep), but it's getting old. I'm glad you feeling like you're racking in the dough (beep), but intelligent people can just read the meter and see the number going up (beep); they don't need to be reminded by an audible noise that breaks their concentration, interrupts their sleep, or (beep) just made them miss something really witty or insightful on NPR (beep).
I get tricked every time they say something. I lean in so I can make out whatever they're asking me, but nope, it's just Arabic and that damn bluetooth again. Plus, I'm always paranoid that they're talking about me. I'm going to start saying "ma'a salama" every time I get out, that way they'll think I understood everything they said and feel bad if they actually were talking about me. Or they'll just be embarrassed because they'll think I understood every word of their private, intimate conversation. That'll learn 'em.
at least cabbies in the chi allow you to bring booze in the cars. cabbies up north have been known to refuse service to people (on religious basis) if the passengers are carrying a sixer
One of my favorite things to do is to take a stance on something -- usually religion -- and defend it to the death, no matter HOW ridiculous it gets. They are usually serious and it ramps up quickly. Points are given if you can jump in on any random topic picked up in their cell phone conversations (which are always in Arabic, apparently). The best stance is when you tell them you try real hard to be good, but you keep falling and you have to repent. They jus' love trying to save you.
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