Originally Posted by B-Line

You know who I fucking hate.

I hate stupid fucking parents who take their young, screaming kids, to a Saturday night, 10:20pm movie. And then let their kids scream in my ear for the entire length of the film. And I don't give a shit if the movie is Wall*E. It's 10:20, on a Saturday night, not a Monday afternoon Matinee. Your kids don't belong in the theater. You can't afford a baby sitter, FUCK YOU! Stay home and watch THE INCREDIBLES, it's on DVD.

You know who else I hate. Stupid shit-head tourists who stop me, regardless of what I'm doing, to ask me how they get to the HOLLYWOOD sign. "Listen dumbass, you can't get to the Hollywood sign, it's inaccessible. There is no road you can take, there is no magic secret elevator ride or tram and to be honest, there's nothing to see. It's a god-damn fucking sign that says, HOLLYWOOD, nothing else, nothing more. Now move your stupid Hertz mini-van out of the middle of my street before I run your ugly kids over, I have to get to work and you're obviously in the way. - And no, I can't get out of my car to take a picture of your family, you're blocking traffic."

Taking deep breaths and counting backwards from 10 now... LOL..

Oh, and I hate people who think they need to scream louder for me to hear them in a loud environment. That just hurts my ears. Talk softly and I will be able to hear you.

And I hate people who are rude to my wife at her retail job. She works hard, long hours, weekends, holidays, when she's sick, etc. and she deserves more respect. - You don't have your receipt and you wore the shoes you want to return, SORRY, it's against store policy. Trying to guesstimate her hourly salary and stating, "I make $1000 an hour and you make $6 a week" is just fucking obnoxious. And if you do make $1000 an hour, why are you wasting 45 minutes trying to return a $100 pair of shoes?

I'd also like to add:
Stupid ass tourists who flick their lit cigarette butt's out the window in my neighborhood. Don't you realize we haven't had rain in 360 days? Can't you see how dry EVERYTHING is. Don't you watch the news and have any fucking clue about SoCal. wild fires? How about I come to your neighborhood, douse your house with some gasoline and bake some Smores over an open fire on your front lawn, inches from where your kids sleep. How'd you like that?