
1. People who talk on their cell phones in a public bathroom - Or at all really. I know I wouldn't want to talk to someone while they're on the can. You would be shocked as to how many people you see in airports chatting away at the urinal. Now, I am on my phone a lot (nature of the business) but I can at least take a time out to TAKE A PISS. I mean, is it any less rude to say "Can you hold on while I use the bathroom?" than to just let them hear it in the background?
2. People who say "mute point" instead of "moot point" - Moot Point: An issue regarded as potentially debatable, but no longer practically applicable. Although the idea may still be worth debating and exploring academically, and such a discussion may be useful for addressing similar issues in the future, the idea has been rendered irrelevant for the present issue. 'Nuff said. For some reason, this makes me nuts. My wife used to say it all the time, and she decided it was easier to say it correctly instead of having me climb the walls every time she went with "mute point".
3. Computers with hundreds of icons on the desktop - If you shortcut everything on your computer to the point where you have to look for 5 minutes to find what you want, then it is no longer a fucking shortcut!
4. No-Nothing Managers that make IT decisions - "Can't we just export the VLAN to the other site and set the SSL encryption to talk XML with the HTML server over the WAN?" Sure, right after I align the dilithium crystals and readjust the deflector dish. <SMACK>
5. The 3 oz limitation of gels and liquids at the airport - Dear Government, I am not going to take over a plane with my bottle of water and a 4 oz thing of hair gel. Please worry if someone is trying to bring in a drum of something, not a bottle of hair spray. Hell, they'll let you bring in LIGHTERS to the terminal but I can't bring in a bottle of water? What if that joker sets the plane on fire with his lighter?
"OMG the plane is on fire! If only I had my bottle of Aquafina!"
If I was a terrorist, I would just blow up the fucking terminal. You have all of us standing in a huge-ass line, worried about taking off our shoes and if our deodorant counts as a gel or a solid.