No matter where I go, no forum feels quite like home as it does right here. My very first forum, I signed up back in 2002 (when I was 13!). It feels so good to be back after all these months.

As to stop from some of you rolling your eyes and think "Not another 'I am back' thread." I pose one question.

What is one of your many pet peeves. Not very original, but it is a question right?

My pet peeve: When I am talking to someone and they cough without covering their mouth.

When someone farts while i'm eating. When that happens, he or she can have my food...in his/her face.

Welcome back btw. [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img]

[ 03-22-2006, 04:50 PM: Message edited by: johnny ]

Welcome back, Slythe!

My peeve... people who don't pay attention. They stop in the middle of a hallway or aisleway, blocking traffic in all directions. They won't go when the light turns green. They look surprised when the things they drop on the floor remain there and get in their way later... [img]graemlins/nono.gif[/img]

Welcome back!

People who drive SUVs while they're talking on cellphones. Grr.

^^that IS pretty annoying, ya feel like planting a fist in their smug-ass faces.

I dunno...I think I've got a pet peeve about people wasting things like paper etc. I don't like to see things go to waste. Also people burping loud in my audible range

Reading this thread is giving me wicked deja-vu on so many levels...

Anyways, heya Sythe. Long time no hear.

My pet peeve: People who cant open their mouths without contradicting the last thing they said. And just about anything my dad does.

Welcome back Sythe.

My biggest pet peeve is the sound of someone biting into an apple. It literally drives me insane.

Jeez, I just realized I've been posting here for 4 years. Yeesh...

Pet peeve- The idiots at work who try to weasel themselves into doing the easiest jobs possible.

That horrible creaking sound of people tearing styrophoam. That high pitched squeal that drills itself right into your brain. Ugh.

I just remembered another petpeeve, something that happens quite regularly too. It happens when i'm standing on my ladder, washing a window, and some woman comes walking by, stops, and asks me if i'm the window washer, to which i usually reply with "no lady, i'm the baker, delivering some fresh baked breads to this adress". Sheesh...what the hell does it look like i'm doing upthere ? :D