Pet Peeves

Here's a list of some more recent pet peeves of mine. Regular blog viewers may recognize one or two:

1) D.C. Commuters - Why on earth would you barge your way to the front of the subway car before it even rolls into your station? Why, afterward, would you slowly get off so that people have to walk around you? Moreover, why on earth would you stand in the middle of the doorway and force people to try to squeeze out of the train - can you not spare that last ounce of energy to move the f*** out of our way? Finally, why would you, in walking or getting on a bus/train, rush past oncoming traffic or push your way into a sardine can of a train, when the next light or bus/train is coming in a minute or two? I hate D.C. commuters; I may be one, but I appear to be a small minority of those who bring my common sense to the daily routine.

2) Nunca hable ingles aqui - Just yesterday, I got into a Subway restaraunt to order lunch and had to repeat myself six or seven times asking for lettuce. Either the food service lady can't hear, didn't listen, or can't speak English. Regardless, I really didn't want to scream my request for lettuce that seventh time, but it seemed to be the only thing that worked. (Granted, the place was a little loud with customers, but still...)

3) Second floor yahoos - My apartment building has 16 floors. 3 elevators and a stairwell. The petpeeve that bothers me the most is seeing a bunch of young, skinny yahoos going from the 1st to the 2nd floors, or vice versa. Physically fit residents should have no trouble walking down a flight of stairs. Save the elevator time for those of us having to go up a dozen floors, would ya please?