When a celebrity dies retail venders put their movies front and center so they can profit from the death. iTunes has Robin Williams movies on the homepage in order to entice purchases from mourning fans and the curious.
Though I've managed to avoid the sight of any "bums" at the gym I belong to, I have run into plenty of airheads (mostly teens/young 20somethings) who camp out on a piece of exercise equipment (the one I need to use, typically) and use the time on their cell phones catching up on their email, carrying on conversations with their friends about their social lives or checking out the latest bargains on the Amazon website. After an early period of politely overlooking this and going on to other things, I've lately taken to asking questions like "Excuse me, do you break for meals?" or the like. This is just plain old self-centered rudeness, but the operators of the gym don't seem to want to confront it so I have to do it myself.
Taylor Swift sell out pop trash single this week. She has proven this week that she actually is not really any different than the other young female pop divas that dumpster dive with self persecution complexes and boringly predictable sensationalizing video.
Customers (and people in general) who call and then start talking without identifying themselves first. They assume you know who they are. Often I don't. I have to interrupt them and ask "I'm sorry, to whom am I speaking?"
People who stop and gawk at a minor (or major) traffic accident and hold up the roadways for hours. It's a pretty obvious one but oh mother of [your version of a deity here] does it cause the anger to happen to me (forgive my English I am American).
