people who should die, #403, #404,

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Of course I hate telemarketing calls. They're annoying. They irritate. But the ones that really turn me into Bitch Queen of the Universe are the ones that call, with an Indian/Paki accent, sometimes they say "Salaam" and it's freaking obvious they're calling from a call center from the din in the background. They always ask for Mr. Cat. This makes me somewhat apoplectic with rage.

Also, they lie. This guy happily lied and said he was a friend. You usually have to pry their name out of them, and they never mention that it's a company. They're hoping to get an FOB who's just delighted to hear someone from the MotherShip and have no problem exploiting it.

I'm usually hostile enough that it clearly startles the person on the other end. It's times like this that I regret not having the ability to reach through the phone and smack people.

Maybe my rage is a little disproportionate. I hate solicitation calls/spam enough as it is. But this type, where they start out lying to you in the hopes that you are mind-numbingly stupid or gullible genuinely offend me. Also, I think I've bitched about this before. But grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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Thoughtless people with children. On the whole, I love kids. But people at the mall who think that everyone should patiently step aside while their kid toddles around in their way or takes 5 minutes to step onto the escalator drive me crazy. I have sympathy for people struggling to quiet a squalling baby. I have sympathy for people who make an effort and by extension teach their kids some manners and social behavior. But, gah. All the idiots run free in the mall.

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There was this one weird trend in Oakland, years ago. It was the most bizarre and hideously deformed looking spoiler I've ever seen. People who do that shit to their cars utterly bemuse me!