Well, this is my own fault, but I hate when I have leftovers bagged (either by me or the waiter, we already discussed That issue) and then proceed to leave 'em on the restaurant table. Nobodys fault but mine...

oooooh and just remembered, the culprits that leave 1 icecube in the icecube tray to avoid having to make more and even worse, the people who leave empty cartons in the 'fridge because it's too much trouble to throw them out!

Don't crowd me when I'm eating

(you know....the couples in the the booths that sit all up on each other, hugging and kissing...I'm here to eat, not cuddle, I need space.)

Don't take my food without asking

(and even if you ask, you may not get it....this goes for in the house as well as picking off of my plate when eating out. I have certain things I like to eat, if I go to eat them and they're gone, look out!)

These are the only times I'll actually get physical (well, that and if you wake me up......food and sleep-you don't mess with food or sleep...)

This seems so petty as I type it but it really does bother me to be served french fries that are not hot. The kitchen knows when the fries are cold; make some more! Get the timing right! Yes, I meant the exclamation points! Great Friday Musing, Bucky. Now, I will go back to my neutral corner.

Reasonable rage:
You go to the store, you ask your teenage (or young adult) child what they would like from the store.
"Nothing" is the reply.
You go home, they look in the fridge and complain "there's nothing to eat" or " I wanted.... for dinner."
Aaaghhhh!!!

I agree on smushing the chocolates. Even worse is someone taking a small bite out to see what they are, then putting them back. Chocolate makers have a duty to provide keys to their chocolates, so those with health or religious reasons to avoid certain chocolates can do so, and I can dismember biters with a clear conscious.

I'm moving into the ugly zone when restaurant tables are crowded too close together and the person at the next table is yelling into the cell phone.

I develop reasonable rage when I get home from the grocery store and find that the kid neglected to put something that I paid for in my bag.

And speaking of "smushing" I hate it when that same kid "smushes" my bread when bagging my groceries.

Bob,

I hate Walmart for that very reason. Their turnstyle bagging area. They put all of your stuff into 3 or 4 bags, and you're supposed to turn the thing all the way around and make sure you get all of your bags. After leaving twice without an entire bag (or two), I now ask the cashier how many bags I have before I leave.

If you are a server, don't ask me if I'm "still working on that." Grrrr ...

I was at Ho Foods and when my transaction was complete I said thank you to the slack-jawed gum chewer at the cash register (Isn't that her job?). Her response: "No problem". Yeah, great, I'm really freakin' glad that MY courtesy to you didn't cause you any discomfort.

Regina
Since I could live on french fries alone, I absolutely agree with you...and they should be crisp, not mushy

Ahh a whole other topic indeed.

Soft french fries or cripsy french fries?

My sister and I have debated on this for years. To the point that, we started taking a vote with everyone we ran into. So far I think it's still about even.

I personally want them so crispy they're almost burnt. Can't do soggy fries.

Ooohhh! Another reasonable rage! When carry out places use styrofoam containers for their fries. And between them sitting at the place and in the driver's car, by the time you get them they are a wet, soggy pile of mess. Yuck.

[begin rant]
I find the very idea of "reasonable rage" disturbing. Rage, by its very definition, is unreasonable. What has been mentioned so far is annoying, but to say it provokes rage goes beyond a reasonable reaction. Eve, when you have a loudmouth sitting too close to you and blabbing on a cell phone, does your "reasonable rage" include wrenching the cell phone from his grasp, throwing it to the floor, and stomping it to pieces? I hope not. Similarly, Dahlink, when a server asks if you are "still working on that" do you grab him by the collar, pull him close to you, and shout "No, silly idiot, I am NOT finished."? That's rage. Telling him "No, and I'll let you know when I am finished." in a sarcastic tone of voice is not rage. Our world, nation, city, and neighborhoods have seen an increase in iter-personal violence, both oral and physical. To be saying that there are times in our ordinary lives when rage is "reasonable" just takes us further away from civilizede behavior.
[end rant]

Coupla of small ones....but rage is a relative description...

People who walk past you as you hold the door open for them and don't even acknowledge your existence..
Those drivers who act the same way when you give them a break on the highway...it's as if they feel its expected!!!

RiE, you know I would never grab anyone by the collar! But I do, on occasion, seethe quietly.

For me one thing that causes RR is when I call to order take out and they say it will be ready in X minutes and then you show up at the appointed time and have to wait another 10 to 20 minutes, especially when the take your number with the order. If you know the kitchen is backed up give a good estimate or call and tell me it is running behind.

Honorable mention is to host/hostesses who give you a generic 15 to 209 minute estimate for a table and then 45 minutes later you are still waiting with your futuristic pager in your hand wondering why you were dumb enough to fall for that again.

Soft french fries or cripsy french fries?

They should be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

It's adorable when amateurs try to do rage. Just adorable.

I agree with Hal. Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

when you have a loudmouth sitting too close to you and blabbing on a cell phone, does your "reasonable rage" include wrenching the cell phone from his grasp, throwing it to the floor, and stomping it to pieces?

This is my dream!

Hue, I went to a women's college that had a number of methods to test young men of dating age. One of these methods was to hold a door open for them, and see what they do.

If he walked through and didn't say anything, dump him. Selfish and inconsiderate, untrainable.

If he hesitated, then went through and said thank you, trainable, perhaps needs further testing, is he otherwise wonderful enough to put energy in to?

If he went through and said thanks, keep him and fight your dormmates off.

R-i-E wrote: I find the very idea of "reasonable rage" disturbing. Rage, by its very definition, is unreasonable.

That's why I found the idea of "reasonable rage" interesting.

OMG wrote: It's adorable when amateurs try to do rage.

Laughed, right out loud.

Lissa wrote: Chocolate makers have a duty to provide keys to their chocolates

I'm from a town that has a Russell Stover's plant in it and my folks' neighbor, who works there, can tell you what is on the inside of a piece of Russell Stover's candy by looking at the little squiggle of chocolate on the top of the piece. So there is an industrial code, but you have to be an "insider" to understand it. And I think it varies from one candy company to another.

Carey,

Walmart!

Not a fan either.

Lissa,
Just in Case you have never seen this

THE HUSBAND STORE

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth

floor, and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

Get over it. The state of nature is a war of all against all. Arm yourself and cast aside your delusions of polite society. When the oil runs out it's a big chi square of armegiddy up.

Bucky, there is a code, and it varies. No one should be an outsider when it comes to chocolates.

Hue, I hadn't seen that, and I'm very glad I never wanted to play that particular game.

Every once in a while I will go into the Godiva store and buy two of their Key lime truffles. They look at my like I'm crazy, but that's a lot of flavor and I usually give one away.

Owl said "When the oil runs out it's a big chi square of armegiddy up" - True, but when people are rioting in the streets it's amazing how fast a government will find something thats cheap and readily available to switch to (note Brazil - albeit not the most admirable country in the world on many counts, switched off of oil in 5 years)!

OMG, you ever fly through Detroit Metro, especially the SWA terminal, there is a Gale's Chocolates there. Half the price of Godiva, twice the quality. Get yourself a few. You won't regret it.

In Armegiddy-Up World (kind of like Dick Cheney World or that episode of Star Trek with Evil Captain Kirk) we would solve the problems of energy and illegal immigration with legions of rickshaws.

Is there a difference between reasonable rage and righteous indignation? If I remember correctly, Dante felt the latter was not a sin.

I have a friend who calls the all-purpose, world coming to an end thing the "crapocalypse".

I don't know about rage, but it irritates me when I'm in a "nice" restaurant and the server asks, "How are you guys doing?" I know he/she is just being friendly but there is something off-putting about "you guys" in a joint with pretenses of class. I'm also less than thrilled with "how is everything so far?" What do they expect to happen to my food in the near future? One more--I was in an Italian restaurant where I ordered "brusketta" and was corrected, being told that it was pronounced "brushetta." Maybe "rage" is appropriate in that case.

"Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them."

Henry Miller, your style sure has changed since Tropic of Cancer.

I have been aggressively corrected by servers on "Beaujolais". They prefer BOO-jolay to the actual French pronunciation.

I have been been aggressively corrected...

In response, do you stare at them intently while calculating how much that remark just cost the server in tip? I try to make my thoughts as transparent as possible while doing this. My grandmother was English. Terrible, terrible cook but the absolute Queen of the Cold Stare.

When I'm not fighting crime on the blog, I am a proper and polite person at all times. I follow the advice of Aristotle: repeat the word correctly, but don't correct the other person.

Owl,
I do the same thing, but does it irritate the offender? Not sure. But it sure beats shouting English at someone who doesn't speak our language, as if hearing it louder will make them comprehend.

Eve,
My family says I do the same thing, I have the Cold Stare down pat.

The unspoken corrolary here is that if you continue to use the proper pronunciation and they continue to use the wrong one, they will create an opening whereby you can explain why they are an effing imbecile. :)
The beaujolais thing happened with an ex-girlfriend (and others), who insisted that she was right because she worked as a waitress once. I insisted that years of studying French was a superior basis (or even days of studying French). She also thought that you could literally cough up part of your liver and live. Go Frostburg!

Owl, I know at least one intelligent person who graduated from Frostburg. I'm sorry that your results weren't as good.

Oh, wait a minute...I think he might be a Republican. Maybe you're right.

I'm sure that are lots of intelligent people who graduated from Frostburg. I'm just saying that they let one slip through the cracks. (I knew someone would pick up on that)

Hal brought up Republicans. I don't want to rile up the Elite Elephant Lover, but I heard that someone in Washington State is running as a member of the GOP. Evidently he figured that a large chuck of the populace doesn't know that the Grand Old Party is the Republican Party. Duh ...