Well, I hate all the big obvious ones, the ignorant, the homophobic, the racist, sexist, etc.
But I also want to be petty and say people who walk slowly in the mall. I fucking hate them, and they are just about everyone. When I go shopping, I know exactly what I damn well need, and I walk to that store, I buy it, and I leave. Unfortunately, my progress is impeded by the trudging, shuffling hordes of zombie-like drones who all insist on walking as slowly as possible so that they can browse. Seriously people, if you want to check out something in every fucking store in the fucking complex, you could at least have the common decency to actually go in, rather than just hanging around the entrance and the windows like a swarm of flies, blocking up the walkway for your slow-moving zombie brethren, and worse, normal people who don't want to walk at a fucking snail's pace.
Call me impatient, but just once I'd like to be able to walk in, get what I need, and leave without being stuck behind a chain of old ladies, families with screeching children, and a throng of teenagers texting the ones next to them because they've given up trying to talk over the roar of the adjacent food court full of more old ladies, screaming children, and a general horde of boorish, slack-jawed yokels who only want to go to the mall to look at all the purdy things.
But I also want to be petty and say people who walk slowly in the mall. I fucking hate them, and they are just about everyone. When I go shopping, I know exactly what I damn well need, and I walk to that store, I buy it, and I leave. Unfortunately, my progress is impeded by the trudging, shuffling hordes of zombie-like drones who all insist on walking as slowly as possible so that they can browse. Seriously people, if you want to check out something in every fucking store in the fucking complex, you could at least have the common decency to actually go in, rather than just hanging around the entrance and the windows like a swarm of flies, blocking up the walkway for your slow-moving zombie brethren, and worse, normal people who don't want to walk at a fucking snail's pace.
Call me impatient, but just once I'd like to be able to walk in, get what I need, and leave without being stuck behind a chain of old ladies, families with screeching children, and a throng of teenagers texting the ones next to them because they've given up trying to talk over the roar of the adjacent food court full of more old ladies, screaming children, and a general horde of boorish, slack-jawed yokels who only want to go to the mall to look at all the purdy things.