Slow E-mail Days

What? You are seriously that busy?  You cant take 18 seconds and say something stupid?  Thanks.

Bands

With names like Jimmy Eat World or Panic at the Disco

Bing

It's not google

Bad Hamburgers

It just so easy not to fuck up

Ugly People

Just be better looking

New R&B

Ne-yo's the best you got? Hit me up when 112's back

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pKo3ZWouaE

Thinking It's OK to Hit a Man in the Testicles

It's not OK to hit a man in the Testicles. Nothing annoys me more than when a person, say this one


decides to punch you in the plums.

Annoying girl, keep your fists, knees, shoulder, feet (on most occasions), elbows or any other hard appendage you may have away from my yarbles!

Need I say more?

Equal sign = Annoying

I hate when people use "=" to replace the word "is" or "are" or multiple words necessary for completing a sentence.

Example:

Amy: Hey Shelly, have you seen the movie Superbad?
Shelly: OMG totally. Superbad = hilarious!
Amy: OMG I totes needz to see it. He he. Let's make out

Example:

Bill: Hey Tod. How are finals going?
Tod: Billy! I miss you. BTW Finals = Deathhhhhh
Bill: Tod! Stop talking like that.

Cooter Clarification

A cooter, along with "Clam", "Cookie", "Beaver", "Muff", "Muffin", "Nooky", "Snatch" and "Quim" is a woman's vulva. A vulva.

I don't know why anyone would use any word except for Cooter said in a southern accent or Vulva proper. Clam is pretty cool, too.

Hope that clears it up for you, Dan.

Side note: an artichoke apparently is a slang for Vulva. I thought it was a delicious slice of pizza or an oblong shaped vegetable. All this time I was eating vulva?

Not so annoying, but noteworthy: Cougar Edition

When did using the word Couger in place of aggressive MILF become so mainstream? The word has spread in a phenomenal fashion. You hear it on the radio, on television (see VH1), in everyday conversation, etc, seemingly out of nowhere.

I personally love it because it sounds so much like the word Cooter. Cooter is a great word, and it's fun to say in a southern accent. Try it. Repeatedly. You might annoy some people, but that's what we're here for, friends.

E-Pod headphones

These little fuckers were born to break. They will inevitably start clicking when the most infantesimal amount of bass comes at the dome. Ackway. Figure it out.

Shh

I'm secretly startin' this sucker up again. Yew Yew yeW!!!!!

Bill Engvall

I know this website doesn't really exist anymore, and no one will read this, but seriously, who the fuck are you, Bill Engvall. You are so fucking annoying. TBS (sorry, Colby), you suck shit, dick and ass for giving this idiot a show. Go away, Bill.

Very gay cartoon hero sends in his list

After being annoyed for 23 years, I decided its time to vent…. The following things annoy the hell out of me…..

1. My mom

2. Your mom if she talks to my mom

3. Your mom even if she doesn’t, because you are annoying, so one can only be led to believe that it’s in the genes

4. Genetics…. Don’t tell me I’m predetermined to be a short Jewish kid with chronic IBS, I am an American and I’ll be a lanky 6’ 6’’ Kenyan hunter/tribesman if I damn well please, thank you very much

5. Those damn lanky 6’ 6’’ Kenyan hunter/tribesman…. Thinking they are so cool on the covers of those damn Fashion Magazines

6. Those damn Fashion Magazines telling me how to look cool…. Screw you, I’ll make my own magazine and I’ll tell you that you are only cool if you set yourself on fire

7. Fire….. I mean, we get it, you are hot. There’s no need to keep showing us by burning things all the time…. Like a great man once said “Oh my god, someone call 911, this fire is out of control!”
8. 911…. For telling me I am tying up the line…. Who the hell do you think you are interrupting my anecdote about my last trip to wine country; I haven’t even gotten to the part where I took a trip to wine country…. Probably because I didn’t, but you didn’t know that when you hung up on me!

9. Wine country or THE wine country…. I don’t know where it is, and I don’t care to….. people who like wine enough to travel distances for something they can get down the street are annoying.
10. Driving distances….. Just because you can drive somewhere doesn’t mean you should, and speaking of which, I don’t care about those stupid pictures you took when you drove that distance to that place of the things and stuff you took pictures of…. I really don’t

Lastly, I find these final two annoyances to be the most grievous of all

11. Second hand smoke…. It kills kids (baby goats) and destroys marriages and meals

12. Third hand smoke…. Because at that point its just some dying asshole breathing in your face

Blogs that Aren't Kept Up...

Ohio State insisting on including the word "the"

Why? Are there other Ohio state universities?  If so, who cares?  We know what you're talking about.  THEE fact that OSU Dbags need to specify is really just funny, kind of not even that annoying.  It gives the rest of us another reason to hate.

Jukebox Hero

Most annoying song to date



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5_qhnWByA4

First Floored with Annoyance

Elevators, geez, that was a great invention. I'd like to meet the gentleman who invented the elevator and give him a hearty handshake. Being able to move up multiple floors in seconds? Right on, count me in. Since the invention of the elevator, the "stairwell fatality rate" has drastically dropped, and millions of knees are in better shape as a result of less wear and tear.
The elevator adds to the society of laziness we live in, but you know what, I don't want to climb eight floors to reach my office just because I want to get a cup of coffee.

But there are people who abuse the privilege of elevator riding. You know the people I'm talking about, you hop in the elevator, hit the good ol' 6th floor button, and as the doors are closing, a hand reaches in and the door dings back open. A mental game ensues, "who's about to walk in, but more importantly, what button will they press." You stand back and brace yourself. What floor? You hope, you pray that they are picking a floor above yours, thus not holding yourself any longer than the initial "door holding."

And who walks in? The hunchback lady that lives on the first floor. And who is she with? Her miniature terrier clad in sweater and dog boots. People who dress there dogs are annoying. Being a dog means you have the right to be naked all the time. It means you stay warm with a natural fur coat that you don so proudly. Being is a dog is like being American, it's democratic, and you don't want to impinge on your dogs democratic right to wear nothing in public.


But I digress from my point. Now what does this canis dictatoris do? She presses the button for the first floor. Nothing is more annoying than a "first floorer." I've taken the steps before, I've seen the distance from point A to point B, and 15 steps doesn't merit an elevator ride, bitch please. And as she holds you up for an extra thirty seconds, you mentally kick her dog and strangle her with the fluorescent pink leash, but you come back as she steps out and says "have a great day!" Argh, your friendliness is annoying.

McDonalds Breakfast Hours

Simply absurd. How hard would it be to extend the times when I can eat those tasty McMuffins just a half an hour. Do they even have a specified time, or do they just know when I'm coming in and end Breakfast 5 minutes prior?

Taken from S.C

Bathroom mixups!

"When you walk into a bathroom that completely reeks, only to have someone come in directly after you who thinks that you're the cause of itt."

Sent in by S.C.

The Starbucks Sizing System

C'mon. Really. COME ON. There are so many things wrong with the sizing system at your favorite coffee chain. It really is impressive that this corporate megalith could gain such a following with such confusing portion titles.

After some serious investigation, I was able to crack the code to liquid enjoyment. Here it is: Tall is apparently small. This seems odd to me because my whole life I've been under the impression that tall is not only not small, but big. Is this to say that I, of medium stature, am actually "grande" and my tall friends are small?

Well according to this starbucks logic, yes. Grande is medium. Hold up. Grande, which blatantly means "big" is supposed to now represent medium? This is annoying. When I want a double vanilla mocha chai half caff skim latte, I want a medium...NOT a Grande. Is that so much to ask for?

Apparently it is too much to ask for. So if you really want a large, you better be prepared to order a "twenty" or as the army of baristas would say, a "Venti". O. MY. G dash D. I have to order a 20 to get a large double vanilla mocha chai half caff skim latte now. This is just so backwards. Fuck Starbucks

The Term Beer Goggles

The term "beer goggles" is annoying. Come up with something better.

Paula

Could this woman be more annoying? I don't think she's ever formulated an opinion on her own. If Randy says Yes, then low and behold, Paula follows with a Yes. If Simon says yes, holy shit, Paula says yes. Now, if Randy says Yes and Simon gets a No out before Paula can agree with Randy, we're in big trouble. The woman will put her head down and freak out. Make up your own mind, for all of our sakes. My sake is hurting, Paula!

But you know, being the kind hearted lady Paula likes to think she is, she will pretty much always say Yes in the early rounds, and send the poor young chap to Hollywood. "I think you're great, so and so," she will say. Do you, Paula? Do you even know where you are? This, of course serves only to postpone any decisionmaking until the answer is unanimously (Randy and Simon) a No.

The most odd and annoying aspect of this botoxed plastic figurehead is revealed when the final decisions are being made for the contestants participation in the nationally-voted-on portion of the show. All of a sudden, Paula thinks it's talking time. She becomes more chatty than Six from "Blossom"

When the contestant is a sure thing, Paula likes to talk and talk and talk about absolutely nothing, leaving the hopeful star mulling over themselves until they can no longer take it. "You're torturing the girl. Just tell her the decision, Pohla," Simon will protest. The persistence to say absolutely nothing verges on brilliance. Honestly, if she was trying intentionally to be annoying, she'd be a master. Unfortunately, I think she just has no idea what is going on. Often, I find myself wondering how high she must be. What mixture of mind numbing medicine is making this woman so dumb? Just quit, Paula. You're annoying all of us.

Happy Valentines Day

On Old Ladies and Crustaceans

Alaskan King crab during tax season. Nice.

Yes, old people kind of suck. But let's not allow all this congressional grandstanding about old people detract from the real issue. Street cloggers, in general, are incredibly annoying. Tourists, slow walkers, romantic couples, and most especially, the True

Street Clogger. The single walker, who's muscle activity actually equate to a normal paced walker. But since half of their inertia is moving forward, and the other half maddeningly swaying side to side along the street, they can clog an entire sidewalk in a single stride. An amazing criminal skill, really.

Take it from this old. gray, experienced commuter ... the old bag lady will eventually move on. But the True Street Clogger is an annoyance we'll be dealing with forever. We must never forget.

Old People: Die or Get Out of My Way

I would like to address a seriously increasingly annoying problem: old people not knowing when it's just time to give up. You know what I'm talking about. You hit subway, and you're on a mission. You gotta hop that 6 train downtown and you gotta hop it ASAP. You've ducking and weaving through Grand Central, you hit the initial stairwell to get down into the subway mix. Dime to the left, but no time to stop and shoot a prize winning smile, you gotta go hit 'way. You make it to the turnstile where some asshole to your right is trying to swipe his broke-ass card, "INSUFFICIENT FARE," but you're on point, you got the monthly pass. Card in hand, you give a swipe and the greenish glow appears that says "GO." Oblivious card swipers are annoying.

You're cruising while that asshole to your right keeps swiping. You cut left, dodge right, and there it is in front of you, the stairwell to the platform. Fifteen steps to your goal. You're in the home stretch, and boom, there she is. Some ninety year old woman is holding up traffic, one step at a time. There she goes, back hunched, holding the rail with the left hand, cane in the right hand, one fucking step at a time. You can't get around her, because she has an enormous plaid bag jutting out to the right. Geez lady, what do you have in there, buttons? Moth balls? Oh I know, it's sweaters you knit for your entire extended family for Christmas of '09? Lady, what are you trying to prove? There's an elevator twenty paces from the stairwell, why put your ninety year old frame through the stress of activity you could barely even handle ten years before?

Only seven and a half more steps, halfway through the last leg, and here it comes, 6 train. People start pouring out and this crazy old bag lady freezes up like an Alaskan King Crab during tax season. While she stand there in wide eyed terror, you mutter to yourself come on Magnus, you're almost there, meanwhile the masses known as "strap hangers" (Ugh, AMNY, you are such an annoying paper for coining that term) pour out, bumping Magnus against the rail, terrorizing the right side of the stairwell. The ding goes off the door closes, and you missed your train. Missing your train is annoying, but missing your train due to an old woman on the last thread of her life, despicably annoying.

Don't get me wrong, I like some old people. My grandpa is great! He's old, but he's great, and you know why? He doesn't try to walk in New York City.

Water

I know what you're thinking: How can water be annoying? I'll tell you, my friend, water is so annoying when in/on the wrong place.

Sure it can provide for great breast exposing contests, dramatic confessions of love and hydration, to name a few, but when water is sitting obnoxiously on a bathroom sink counter or floor, it turns into one of the most annoying substances around.







We all can relate to this one, I assume. Picture this scene: You get up early, feeling fresh, ready to take on the day. Maybe you're getting ready to run the marathon? Maybe you've got an interview? Cool. Great.


Then it happens. You step in a puddle of water that your roommate carelessly let fall to the ground. Now your sock is wet. Try running a marathon on that. And that job you wanted, forget about it. That employer fellow from CorpoTech will be wondering why you are awkwardly adjusting your oxfords repeatedly while he's talking. Is it my toupee, he'll wonder. No, sir, you may proclaim. I...I...I stepped in water. He understands. That's so annoying! Then he asks you, "Don't you hate it when you're washing up and water drips down your sleeve?"

You can relate. You think you finally connected with the man, as you think about this sleeve situation he's brought up and your frustration builds. This is when you start cursing, "fuck I HATE that." "That piece of shit Water is not gonna get ME again, man. Let's DO this. TONIGHT!" You're enthusiasm baffles the man. Shortly thereafter security shows up and you are escorted out of the building.

Damn Water. What a bastard. Got you again.

Blogs are more annoying than, and rhyme with pogs

When a friend of mine told me he had started a blog, I laughed and was disappointed for associating myself with a blogger. This on the heels of another friend announcing him and a few of buddies began a blog.

The most annoying part of the internet besides grainy 10 second porn clips? BLOGS.

Don't get me wrong, I love the interweb. But blogs suck ass. The fact that people now use the word blogosphere to refer to the world of blogging (I can't believe I just wrote that phrase) makes it even more like something a wiener 12 year old kid would do, and therefore, even more annoying and terrible.

Dear Blogers: No one cares what you have to say. You aren't special. You're outlooks on the world are neither original nor enlightening. Most of the time you are just whining and annoying. No one is impressed with the fact that you learned how to set up one of these things. (The process involved in getting signed up for this thing: annoying). Stop staring at your computer. The world is not a better place for having read the inane, irreverent ramblings of your latest post.

Why then after all this blog hating would I take the time and effort to write another god-foresaken blog post? Because I am in fact, incredibly and frustratingly annoying.

Maroon 5

This band represents an age old form of annoyismatic annoyingism. With their perfect 5 o'clock beards and skinny jeans, who are these guys kidding? What is worse than having a good looking guy singing froo-froo Broadway Rock stuck in your head? Nothin. "This/Love/Has taken control/Of me" Fuck. Now it will be in my head for at least a week. It's obnoxious and annoying to say the least. If the songs were remotely valid, I'd respecet myself in the morning. But humming along to the stuff that 13 year old girls get off to, unacceptable.

Will she be loved? WILL SHE?

Look at those sailors. How can you get any good sailing done, when all you see is that sweet guitar players licks. Damnit. It's understandable why these sailor folk like these guys at least. They have much in common. For one, they both don't mind spending every day, out on the corner [sailboat] in the pouring rain. Secondly...well there is no second thing in common yet, but who knows, maybe their next album will feature some good pirate music. I hope not.

A pen? That's erasable?!? Impossible!

You know what really annoys me? That fallacy known as "eraseable pens." Man, I remember back in the 20's, you wanted to correct a mistake; boom bazooka Joe, flip over your pencil and let's get to erasing!

But according to Mr. Dylan, the times they are a changing, and pens are so the new pencils. When you want something permanent, you use pen. You have an appointment you can't break, you don't "pencil someone in," you exercise your write to ink and once that ink dried, there was no going back, history just occurred, are you ready for the revolution?

Pen is permanent, pen is forever. Pen is the Constitution, pen is the Bill of Rights, pen is America. Using a pen is an exercise of liberty, you say what you mean, and you don't care who knows it, because those words are forever embodied in the characters you print.

But in 1979, Erasermate changed all that. Erasermate impinged on the sanctity of the institution of permanence. They astonished the world with a pen, that was up to then non existent, and changed the face of back-to-school stationary for years to come. Back-to-school shopping CAN be annoying, due to long lines, and if Staples doesn't carry your favorite color Five Star Trapper Keeper.

An erasable pen? That's an oxymoron! Erasable pen? Jumbo Shrimp? Biggie Smalls? It just doesn't make sense! Things that don't make sense are annoying.

Now, we have established the concept that the erasable pen is annoying, but physically, and when put to purpose, the erasable pen is infinitely more annoying. First there is the eraser on the cap. When I think of an eraser, I think of a fresh #2, pink as a Super Ball, and smelling just as fresh. Not an eraser with a hole in the middle of it. Erasers with holes in them are annoying.

And as for the pen, well, don't get me started. First, the ink. When I use ink, I expect a thick bold line, I expect my penmanship to improve, I expect results. When I use an erasable pen, ink comes out in spurts, it takes too long to dry, it smears when I drag my left hand across it. Basically, you can't submit a manuscript in erasable pen. The pages have holes in them from pushing to hard when nothing would come out, and ink stains where it erasable-pen-nutted all over your page. Did Mark Twain use and erasable pen? Did Ernest Hemmingway? Did R. L. Stine? Hell no, you use a fuckin' quill, you use a ballpoint, otherwise you’re annoying.

And erasing!!! The concept of the erasable pen is to be able to erase, but when you attempt to "erase" the ink never quite erases, and there are always indents of where you had to overtly push in order to scribe. So what do you do? You erase harder! Of course! The harder you erase, the better chance you have of deletion! Erroneous, it just makes a hole in the paper you tried to keep so nice by using an "erasable pen"

Papermate, you're annoying, erasable pen, you're annoying, and if you use erasable pens, you're annoying.

Frisee

I don't know if you've heard about this leafy lettuce that somehow emerged from the depths of annoyance, but I have and wow, is it annoying. It's an oddity of significant annoyance. This has much to do with the sound of the phrase. It sounds like an enjoyable thing. When hearing the word Frisee(pronounced Free-Zay) for the first time, and upon learning that it is edible, one could naturally expect something nice. Ughh.

As a friend of mine put it, "It's like a waify model. Sounds good, but you get there and you're clutching at straws." A night with bones over there sounds more appealing than having my mouth attacked by these messy bitter leaves. Honestly. What is the deal with airline peanuts?

Well, the reality of it is, Frisee makes you feel like your taste buds are retracting into your tongue, trying to escape the bitter end. Frisee and it's popularity in certain culinary circles is really getting annoying.

The Construction Crew Orderer

Nothing is more annoying than when you go to your local deli on your way to work to get your eggs, and you walk in right after the Construction Crew Orderer.

You know what you're in for before you get to the counter. The guy's got light colored jeans, wheat Timberlands or the like, and a flannel shirt. Maybe even a helmet.

And he's got The List.

Now I got nothing against this guy. I respect the working man.

But he's got The List. The Fucking List!

An individualized order for 32 fucking assholes. 3 Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on a rolls (or bacon, eggs, and cheeses on a roll??). A couple buttered bagels. A western omelette. The one jackass who gets mayonnaise - fucking MAYONNAISE - on his eggs. 32 individual orders, that come with 32 different cups of coffee. Light and sweet. Regular. Dark. Large. Small. Fucking jumbo. 32 assholes worth of food, and 32 minutes of me waiting to get my goddamn bagel and coffee.

And to make matters worse, due to this assholes mere existence ... his fucking testosterone fueled, calloused hands, can work 12 hours in the cold with only a half dozen beers at lunch to keep him warm, manly ass existence .... due solely to his existence, when I finally do get to order my skim latte and egg white omelette with low fat feta, I feel like a total pussy for ordering it.

Thanks Construction Crew Orderer. Great way to start my day. You're annoying.

Luck o' the Annoying

is it me, or is there some law against this annoying mick appearing in a movie where he DOESN'T have a 5 minute scene where he shirtlessly wails on a punching bag?

I swear to God I saw a Jane Austen adaptation where this ninny removed his powdered wig and left his musket at the candlemaker's so he could work off some muted sexual tension on a body bag over by the old gallows.

Sea Cliff

You know, it's funny what some people consider annoying...I'd even go as far as to call it ironic. Because to me, my friends, annoying does not come in many shapes and sizes. It is not unpredictable. In fact, its stout presence arrives on a train from Long Island every weekend-often festooned in something terribly annoying . Clockwork really. There is nothing you can do to prevent it from showing up and several inevitabilities hang in the balance...all of which are INCREDIBLY annoying.

First, you can guarantee that there will be annoying recollections of what makes Mr. annoying so phenomenal. Teen tours and trips to the Caribbean. GET OVER IT- YOU'RE ANNOYING.

Second, as if looking at him is not enough, you have to watch this nuisance slowly transform from a small jewish child to a full blown Korean. Just give the king of annoyance two shots of Smirnoff and he is certain to turn shades of red that no American male should be OK with. Experiencing his "changing of the seasons" eptomizes annoying.

Finally, we arrive at the pinnacle of annoying. Whatever you do, avoid sitting down for a meal with Mr. A. He will begin by complaining that his OJ is not "fresh squeezed." Shut up and enjoy the Tropicana- you're fucking annoying. Then comes the Tony Soprano special we all know and hate. Upon consuming his food, he will undoubtedly adopt the breathing habits of a slain caribou. Eating way too fast...breathing way to heavily....to the point of complete and utter annoyance.

STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT EVERYTHING BEN GORDON--YOU'RE SO ANNOYING

Raymond Englemen is the Epitome of Annoying

"I'm Sooooo Annoyinggg!!!!"

Look up annoying in the dictionary.  I did.

an·noy·ing   [uh-noi-ing]

–adjective

causing annoyance; irritatingly bothersome; making someone a little angry: how Ranymond Englemen is.

[Origin: 1325–75; ME]

This dictionary was utterly annoying to use, but that is ok, it was a means to an end.

"Sticky" Englemen (what an annoying nickname btw) is simply means to an abyss of annoyingdom.  You know, like when he says things like, "hey, I dont really know what I'm gonna do...me and my boys got a dude van and Joe is bartending so I wont even call you and I will see you in like 3 weeks" or, "I have this charity thing until 11.   just a corporate thing for Stick, you know, nothing big.....so I will be late for my bffs b-day party" or when he got a job and got all cool and abandoned his old friend.  These are all annoying things.  Sometimes he doesnt have stogs...thats annoying.  Sometimes he makes you upset...thats annoying.  Sometimes he doesn't hang out with you when a team you have rooted for together for years completes the most improbable run in postseason history...thats annoying.  Now look, we all know everyone can be a little annoying, but come on people, let's get real.

I wouldn't be surprised if Rich helped this kid make this sign:

Thats just the kind of annoying kid he is.

P.S. I hope the color of this post is annoying to you.

Ugh

how annoying is it when you compliment one of your annoying friend's blogs out of courtesy and then they ask you to write for it? shits annoying.

Stubbing Your Toe

Stubbing your toe is really annoying

The L Train around 8:30am

I don't think many will disagree with this one. My annoyance with this vehicle is so intense, I can hardly think about it without popping a vein in my head. Ughh. As if being exhausted is not enough at this god-awful hour, I have to deal with the MOST ANNOYING PEOPLE IN NEW YORK.

Allow me to take you through my morning experience:

8:35 rolls around. Fuck, I'm late. Better take the L instead of the calm 14th street bus so I can make it to work on time. I walk down the stairs toward the cavernous bacteria hole that is the L train station to see some heavy woman with way too much lipstick approaching. As I shimmy to my right, she annoyingly chooses her left, leaving us face to face as a crowd of annoying douche bags pile behind me. I concede and allow the lady, who I swear looks like she belongs in the 80's/90's hit, "Designing Women" exit as I and the rest of the westward bound tribe wait to enter.

I continue down towards the tracks to find that the train has just enough room for 2-3 more people. Alas, I am one of those people. Made it, I exhale. Then I hear it. "We are being held in the station due to train delays." Those words are especially annoying. "Close the fucking doors", I mutter only to attract some dirty looks. Fuck you, you're annoying. This is when some asshole with a trench coat decides to push his way in. He is followed by three more assholes, the last of whom, is the most annoying person I've ever seen. This is because he is literally shoving me into this guy (see photo on right). "I'm sorry...I'm being pushed," I have to explain to the relatively attractive girl I eventually hit. Even the good looking ones begin to annoy me.

Then comes possibly the most annoying aspect of the L Train. 3rd Avenue. A train stop in between 1st Avenue and Union Square is the most pointless idea since Charlie Sheen's 1997 "Shadow Conspiracy." Really? A stop 1 block from Union Square (the next stop)? Could this exist only to annoy? I think so.

This is when 1, maybe two annoying people decide they want to be "original" and get out. These annoying people have to part a sea of other annoying people, myself included at this point, to get off the train. I step out of the train to allow them to exit. How nice of me? Well, the 2 new westward bound 3rd avenue people that want to join this fiasco shimmy their way in before I have the chance to get back in. Not happening. God, that is annoying. Now I am on the verge of shoving.

Union square arrives to my delight. 60% of the train empties. The annoyance fizzles and I make my way to work, annoyed and relieved simultaneously. I love New York.

Today

Today is annoying.