Which inanimate objects do you have an irrational hatred of?

[ThePinkCushion]

It's acoustic guitars for me. If I see someone with one in public you can pretty much guarantee that its owner is going to start playing the bloody thing even though no one asked.

Shower cubicles are another. Why are they so bloody hard to clean? Between the glass and the little crevices. I hate them.

I need time to think of others though I'm sure it's a long list. What objects drive you crazy?

Whisky. God, that stuff tastes vile!

The paper bit on top of greek yogurt.

Wine glasses that won't fit in my dishwasher.
Or maybe I should be hating my dishwasher.

The words 'it's' and 'its' not used properly. Apostrophes used in plurals. Like this : 'apostrophe's' Grrrrrrr.

Instructions on your wall - 'Eat' 'Love' 'No Running With Scissors!'

Family mission statements 'In this family we...' I always imagine them hating each others' guts.

Stiff, rigid-soled shoes for babies.

I do love Brutalist architecture though.

Sorry about your cat sqeakywheel.

The only use of "Baby on Board" signs is to give the message
I may be ugly as sin. But somebody had sex with me once - so there!

A relative of mine is a paramedic and HATES these signs. He also says that "Babe on Board" ones inevitably have absolute mingers in then

Your relative sounds vile.

Oh another one ...

Any small little cars that hide in car park spaces so you think she's! but really there's a stupid little Noddy car in there. Plus they don't look safe and look like they'd crumple like a crisp packet in an accident.

Ahhh not she's*

Not an object as such, but I hate when people use full stops in a sentence like this 'every.single.time' really really pisses me off.

This started off as a light hearted thread and has descended into ugliness.

The ornate door handles in our (rented) flat. I have shite spatial awareness and have scraped my arms on them a million times.

Any small little cars that hide in car park spaces

One of the small joys in my life is parking my Fiat 500 really far forward in a busy car park so it looks like an empty space

My hairdresser's mirror.
I leave the house having checked my appearance, arrive and sit in the chair with a gown on and ye gods who is that poor creature sitting in front of me.

Mirali

Your relative sounds vile.

Please imagine him sobbing himself to sleep about some randomer on the internet's opinion.
I mean, obviously he's not.
But if it helps you get through the day, imagine away.

I forgot something, remembered it after clearing a cupboard at work.

Yardsticks. The three foot long rulers. Couldn't get it into the skip quickly enough and then wanted to wash my hands.

The reason? One of those fucking cunting bastard things was used for punishment. On the poor fucking dog, as that was more effective than using it on me (and would have left incriminating marks on my skin).

I know the actual hatred is towards the person that used it, not the item, but if I could have got the original one on a fucking bonfire, I would have done.

I'm sure he doesn't give a shit, but a paramedic judging women's attractiveness as he pulls them out of a car wreck and telling people they are mingers shows what a nasty piece of work he is. I'm just thankful it's you with a nasty family member and not me

Amusedbush
I saw a motorbike coming to an unhappy end one day at the hands of a Hummer.

OpalTree

He doesn't judge anybody's attractiveness when pulling them out of a car wreck.
(He'd even pull you out! MY bad joke, not his).

And he puts himself at risk. A friend of his was killed after going back into a camper van festooned with various "On Board" stickers. No one was "On Board".

He makes jokes after his shift to cope. My mistake was repeating a joke. And, for that, I'm sorry.

I'm just thankful it's you with a nasty family member and not me

Gosh! Us too! You'd have to be shunned.
Especially if you go around ing all the time.