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Or when you are on a college campus, and 2 morons crossing from opposite sides of the crosswalk meet up in the middle of the crosswalk and start having a conversation like they aren't actually in the middle of the street. Running them over would be fun, but I usually settle for a few honks after a brief 5 second count.
 
...I think it boils down to people not giving a **** about anybody but themselves.

perhaps sometimes, but more often I think it's also that people are too distracted to notice


Or when you are on a college campus, and 2 morons crossing from opposite sides of the crosswalk meet up in the middle of the crosswalk and start having a conversation like they aren't actually in the middle of the street. Running them over would be fun, but I usually settle for a few honks after a brief 5 second count.

I hear ya on this one. We're in a neighborhood with lots of pedestrians, and they wear their headsets and walk in the street and don't pay any attention to traffic half the time.

And this isn't exactly a case of bad manners, more just plain stupidity, but I posted a rant a while back about waiting to make a left turn (I had the arrow) but a young woman was pushing one of those huge jogging strollers across the street while talking on her cell phone, and she couldn't get over the curb (even though there was a curb cut, I guess the wheel was stuck or something) but she didn't put the phone down, she just kept trying to maneuver this huge buggy with one hand while she completely blocked the lane of traffic I wanted to turn in to.
 
Maybe this is why people move farther out from the city as they get older not just because they can afford to live in a nicer place in the suburbs
 
My husband used to be a bit of an sob when he drove, aggressive to the point of road rage almost, often rude and inconsiderate of other drivers. One of the only things that used to drive me crazy about him.

One time he cut in front of a trucker forcing him to brake. The trucker must have radioed his buddies to give him a hand because we had a truck beside us, a truck behind us, and a truck in front of us within 2 minutes. They kept us sandwiched in for 15 minutes, and everybody behind us stayed there until they finally decided my hubby had learned his lesson. I loved it. It was far more effective than any comment I could have made.
 
My husband used to be a bit of an sob when he drove, aggressive to the point of road rage almost, often rude and inconsiderate of other drivers. One of the only things that used to drive me crazy about him.

One time he cut in front of a trucker forcing him to brake. The trucker must have radioed his buddies to give him a hand because we had a truck beside us, a truck behind us, and a truck in front of us within 2 minutes. They kept us sandwiched in for 15 minutes, and everybody behind us stayed there until they finally decided my hubby had learned his lesson. I loved it. It was far more effective than any comment I could have made.

He should have slammed on his brakes causing the truck behind him to rear end him.
 
I don't have any deep thoughts on manners but my pet peeve is people and lines. Just about every day everyone has to get into some kind of line somewhere. They don't teach line etiquette in schools, but everyone knows what it is. And everybody does the same mental calculations as me: That guy is ahead of me, this guy is behind me. Not one of us likes being in the line, but that's the way it is. When I was younger, I used to shrug or smirk at the line cutters. Now I'm the Line Cop. I'm judicious about it, and polite, and fair, but nobody cuts my line without explaining to my Brothers And Sisters In Line why their **** is more important than our ****. I let lots of other stuff go in life. But don't get out of line in my line.
 
What really gitz my goat is them inconsiderate SOB's who don't value friendship at all. If I'm drivin north and I spot a homey I aint seen since, mebbe yesterday, drivin south, we generally each slow down, then stop across from each other, and chat for a spell. But, Jeez...before ya knowz it, ya gotz 20-30 cars behind ya, all blarin their horns so loud that it's hard to even hear your homey, ya know? Selfish idiots!
 
I don't have any deep thoughts on manners but my pet peeve is people and lines. Just about every day everyone has to get into some kind of line somewhere. They don't teach line etiquette in schools, but everyone knows what it is. And everybody does the same mental calculations as me: That guy is ahead of me, this guy is behind me. Not one of us likes being in the line, but that's the way it is. When I was younger, I used to shrug or smirk at the line cutters. Now I'm the Line Cop. I'm judicious about it, and polite, and fair, but nobody cuts my line without explaining to my Brothers And Sisters In Line why their **** is more important than our ****. I let lots of other stuff go in life. But don't get out of line in my line.

"They don't teach line etiquette in schools, but everyone knows what it is."

HUH???? Geez, that seems to be the first thing they teach in school. And they keep teaching every year, maybe up on to middle school or thereabouts!
 
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