10 People/Things That Are Pissing Me Off (11 February 2023)
GPs who don't give out repeats on meds you've taken and haven't changed for over 20 years. Oh yeah, and then they go on vacation, forcing you to find a walk-in clinic that has never seen you before to do it. Canadian Medicare is amazing, but some doctors just aren't.
Dry skin. No matter how many showers you take or how many different kinds of shampoo and soap you try, it just keeps coming back and you look like you just came out of a snow storm.
Do I really have to explain bowel incontinence? Yeah, try explaining that to a girlfriend. You'll be single until the end of time.
Restaurants with menu items that don't match the description. "Thinly sliced" doesn't mean veal scallopini. And when there's a giant piece of chewy fat and cartilage going through the meat that's sandwiched between 2 toasted buns - well, I had a rough night last night.
The Six Inch Rule, and other such inconveniences concocted by power hungry people who want to control primitive people.
Sports bars. You actually pay money and the best you get out of it is a handful of your own ear wax.
I'm sorry, Ladies, you really deserve better cinema than 50 Shades of Horseshit and Twilight. I grew up with Romancing the Stone, My Girl and A League of Their Own. Not all chick flicks have to be insulting to the female gender.
CG cartoons. Instead of talented, creative people with a coloured pencil and a piece of paper, we have a bunch of freaks in their underwear with one hand on a mouse and the other down their pants. I'd say go screw yourself, but I think you beat yourself to it. Literally.
Jaguar can build one of the most beautiful cars in the world, but they can't make one that's even passably reliable. And instead of improving in the area of weakness, 10 years ago they decide their biggest problem is that their car doesn't look "modern" enough. You know, because cars today don't all look exactly like a Honda or Toyota already. Nothing against those brands, but be original for fuck sakes.
People who don't understand my pain. And then they minimize it by rambling on about the time they sprained their wrist in gym class. That's cute. Take an Advil and piss off.