Ebay "grouping things together to make it easier for you to pay" rather than just doing it all in one go. Freezes my fucking card when I'm trying to restock art supplies/Christmas shopping. Cunts.
Sweet potato fries. Just fuck off and come back with some chips.
Supermarket self-checkout thingies. THEY DON'T FUCKING WORK.
Seating at bus stops and in train stations which has been designed to be unfit for purpose. I understand that they don't want to risk a homeless person being comfortable, but ffs I can't get one buttock on most of those seats.
Cafes where they give you a mug of hot water with a stupid pissy stringy little teabag in it. Either make the fucking tea, milk and all, and bring it to me, or bring me a fucking teapot so I can do it my fucking self.
Socks that don't grip properly so they unravel and end up half-off inside my boots. This actually makes me want to have a full-on tantrum in the street. I still absentmindedly put shit socks on without thinking it through.
Theresa May's horrid little box jackets that don't cover her arse. I don't want to be aware of her arse. And her dreadful industrial jewellery. I know it's shallow and unfeminist of me but there it is.
People who performance-cough/sneeze. DH does it and its pure self-indulgence. Yes, I know, you've got a cold. No need to put so much VOICE into it.
Cafe toilets where there isn't enough room to wipe your arse without smacking your elbow on the wall and your thigh is jammed up against the sanitary bin.
One of my cats can't do the kneading thing without sticking his razor-sharp claws out. I've tried to intimate to him that he needs to do it differently but I don't have claws. I'm grateful for his affection but my stomach looks like corned beef.
Sandwiches without butter. Fucking savages.