h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

People who ask you what exams you have tomorrow.

People who, when you say you'd ideally like to work for yourself, say "yeah, but doing what?" as though it's the most insightful comment ever.

When cracking an egg open to make a fried egg (which i like cooked with an intact yolk), i usually acidently burst the yolk of at least one of the eggs, before they make it to the frying pan..

But whenever i'm cracking an egg open to make a scrambled egg, the yolks are always perfect and undamaged. I've often decided just to have a fried egg instead when this happens,as it seems such a shame to burst the yolks that have survived this far.

. . . . . . . . BMW drivers . . . . . . . . .

The eggs think Know what you mean !
Also hate it if ironing when you put an accidental crease in a shirt applying pressure for a split second, the crease will not disappear yet other creases you are aiming for are less defined.

Yep- Noticed that too.. there's no scientific explanation for these things- it's just the cosmic joker having a larf at our expence...

I have a pet hate that is actually quite feeble, although it is one of many. Why is there ever only one black jelly baby/bean/wine gum etc when the people who make the damn things must know that it's everyones (well all normal people) favorite.

The only reason they are favourites is because they are so rare. It would be the same if it was the yellow ones, or the orange ones that only came in ones.

excellent point, never thought of it like that.

Once when I was very young (17) I had a job working in a candy factory and my job was to mix and package licorice all-sorts. It was a 'recipe' - one tray of this, another tray of that, two trays of the other . . . all mixed up (by machine) into a mix that got funnelled down a funnel (what else?) and then caught in plastic bags at the bottom.

So, although the mixture was all mixed up by this machine, it can not ever have been the 'perfect recipe', so you would always get more of one thing than the other.

But perhaps it has more to do with the people doing the packaging! We were actually allowed to eat as much candy as we wanted and, since I loved licorice all-sorts, I constantly picked out my favourite ones and ate them all day long. Which lasted for about three days before I made myself totally sick and had to leave that job.

But, just to say, this could be the reason that most of one's favourites are missing from candy mixes - because people like me ate them all!

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*Unmasks Azahar to reveal Aldridge Prior*

I hate motorcyclists! Well the ones that roar down the middle of a 30 mile speed limit road at 70 MPH.They scare the sh*t out of me.

Incog.

People who spell stuff wrong and get der grammur mixed up.
Pedants.
People who hate pedants.

I have no idea who Aldridge Prior is, though I have the feeling that I am being made fun of . . . well never mind.

People who make fun of you, and you're not sure what they're getting at, but everyone else is laughing all the same, and you're just left there saying "What? I don't get it."

your point being . . . ? Roadkill?

Oh, another petty hate, well me too, but whaddaya gonna do, eh?

I'm gonna sit here and b1tch about it, that's what I'm gonna do.

Ooh, me too.
But what's worse - that, or making a (to you) startlingly witty and incisive and hilarious cutting remark about our society today, only for people to stand around going, "What? I don't get it!", and by the time you've explained, the moment is gone, and they're left saying, "What? That's not funny at all!", and you just want to grab their scrawny necks and shake 'em and say, "of course it's not funny now!!!"
Sorry. A loada repressed rage there.

Yeah that is kind of annoying, though I think it's worse if you make a joke at their expense, and then they don't get it, so you paintstakingly explain it. At the end of your lengthy and detailed explanation, all they say is "Oh".