And You Know What Else?

I also hate that grocery separator. You know — the little bar people put behind their groceries so the cashier doesn't mix theirs with the person's behind them. I never use it, and it pisses me off when the people in front of me do. Is it even necessary, especially when all you have is a loaf of bread or something? You're right there next to the cashier. What type of extreme A.D.D do you have to have to stand there and let them ring up items that aren't yours? Pay attention. It takes two minutes. And what about the person behind — where in Narnia are you that you didn't speak up while it was happening? Unless you're going to try and catch the A.D.D guy in the parking lot and work our some sort of trade, you're not getting your stuff back. Then you have to get out of line, find more string cheese and taco mix and get back in line again. Or even worse, the old guy gets home and finds out he bought Chicken Ramen when he only eats Oriental, and condoms that aren't his brand. You? You're right back where you started — realizing that you can't do your two favorite things in the world unless you go to the store.
The bar is disrespectful if you ask me. We've already decided that there's really no need for it. So what other reason do people use it for other than to express their displeasure with your selections? It's like grocery store classism. The bar is a way for people to subtly turn your nose up at off-brand purchases. Your groceries are better than mine and you want everybody to know it. You look at my store brand cereal and think oh, I don't want my Cheerios touching that guys Wheat Circles. And they certainly don't want the cashier thinking they drink Appalachian Rain instead of Sierra Mist. The next time somebody puts the bar behind their groceries I'm going to break it over my knee and scream, "You're not better than meeeeeee!" If a crazy person shouting messages of equality to a breaking a grocery store separator o doesn't make you pay attention to what's going on around you then nothing will.

"You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?"

You know what makes me mad: when people ask for a certain color M&M. As if they taste different. It's not like Skittles. Blue M&Ms taste just like yellow ones. Don't make me waste time mining my bag of M&Ms to find a blue one for you. The next time somebody asks me for a certain color M&M I'm going to pour out the whole bag in my hand, eat the ones they asked for and pelt them with what's left.
Also, my name is Charles Anthony Thomas, Jr. Don't ask me where the J comes from. If you stop and think about it for two more seconds you won't ask me that question.
And don't walk into a room where I'm obviously watching t.v., reading a book or talking on the phone and ask me what I'm doing. If I have to spell it out for you then you obviously live in a fantasy world where people who look like they're watching t.v. are really playing baseball, so you wouldn't get it anyway.
If I am on the phone and you see that I'm on the phone, discontinue trying to have a conversation with me. I will ignore you and you will only succeed in making me angry, as well as wasting your breath. If you're bleeding, by all means, interrupt. If you can't breathe, you can't very well interrupt, but I will see your distress and promptly hang up. If you want to have a conversation about who should've gotten voted off on Dancing with the Stars today, you're going to have to wait.
If we're in the car and I'm navigating, don't continaually ask me where the next turn is. I'm not going to let you pass it. If you wait, I promise I'll tell you. However, if by some unforeseen circumstance, like I'm choking on a mouth full of the yellow M&Ms you asked for, I let you pass the turn, feel free to slam on the breaks so I slam my head on the dash. On the same note, if I'm driving please show the same courtesy. Don't tell me two turns after that I missed it, especially if it's because you're texting or filing your nails. And don't tell me you didn't say anything because you thought I knew where we were going. Unless we've been to where we're going together, assume I have no idea where it is. I'll let you know.
Guys, don't stand in the middle urinal when there are perfectly good ones to your right and left — same with the troughs at the ballgame. Use the closest open urinal or trough space furthest to the left. I don't want to have to stand right next to you if I don't have to.
I don't want to sound curmudgeon; these are just a couple things that were on my mind.