I hate the way young men in Glasgow walk around in their T-shirts when the sun comes out, even if it's February and below zero. And I hate the way that once the temperature gets up to more than 10 degrees C, the shirt is completely off and tied around the waist. Especially when they're on trains and going to the football, drinking lager out of cans and laughing and swearing too loudly.
Young reviewers who constantly refer to "tropes" in their reviews. Just because they recognize a few of these in any given film, they tend to act as if they have cracked the Bible code or discovered Atlantis. Then go on and on as if they would have never done such a thing themselves, despite having never made a single film. Though it's even funnier when they have made a film/films (such as the "That Guy With The Glasses" group) and go on to do every single thing they have criticized other filmmakers for.
You find something on a grocery store shelf advertised as "on sale" for a brief time. You take it to the check out aisle, the cashier scans it and it comes up regular price instead of the advertised price. I'll tell him to void the sale of that item. Sometimes you get a freebie if the store says if the scanned price doesn't match the shelf price you get one free, but I never count on that.
I hate how young mothers in my home town in Scotland are always fat and have big white blubbery stomachs hanging over their enormous jeans, and they are always pushing prams and eating chips and smoking at the same time, and they've all got at least three children from different fathers, and all the children have names like Jade or Pocahontas, and the fat mums always shout at them things like "HAW, POCAHONTAS, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE RIGHT NOW OR AH'LL BASH YER FUCKIN' FACE IN."