When the instructions that come with products are in such tiny print you need a magnifying glass to read them. They keep getting tinier and tinier. That is if you don't have to download or view the manual online, which is even more of a pain in the butt.
Phone trees with hyper-sensitive voice prompts that pick up on every sound. Random one: I have a deaf team member who calls into meetings with a voice interpreter. Sometimes her interpreter is a dude. It's very incongruous. I'd rather just listen to her talk, she's understandable. I guess it's not really annoying as it is off-putting.
Websites that open a new tab/page instead of staying on the same tab/page every time you click on a link. I don't need 5 different tabs to track my FedEx package.
Why did Uncle Buck make those seriously giant pancakes for his nephew (little kid played by that "Home Alone" kid Mac Culkin) on his birthday and not just do normal-sized pancakes? That was seriously messed up. That kid couldn't finish one little size pancake. Are we to assume Uncle Buck ate the rest of the mammoth pancakes OR they were tossed? That stack of pancakes could have fed multiple villages somewhere. Also, that spatula he was using to flip the pancakes was annoyingly large. That tells me Uncle Buck brought his own spatula and he ate those giant pancakes every morning for breakfast albeit just a one count. ChatGPT response to paste and chat: This is such a hilariously specific—and completely valid—question. Uncle Buck (played by John Candy) makes those absurdly enormous pancakes for Miles (played by Macaulay Culkin) in a clear act of chaotic love and Uncle Energy™. It's one of those classic John Hughes movie moments that’s not about logic—it’s about gesture. Buck is trying to win over the kids (and prove to others, including himself, that he’s not totally incompetent at caretaking), so he goes comically overboard. Now let’s break it down: Why the giant pancakes? Overcompensation. Buck’s trying too hard. He’s out of his depth with kids, so instead of making a heartfelt normal-sized breakfast, he goes for visual impact. It's the equivalent of "Look how much I care about your birthday! LOOK AT THIS STACK!" Comedy. The scene is visual comedy gold. A pancake the size of a trash can lid? Classic John Candy slapstick. Character clue. Buck is the kind of guy who operates on impulse, spectacle, and a touch of arrested development. Making ridiculous pancakes is just how he thinks love and celebration should look. As for the spatula: Yes—it absolutely looks like a custom industrial-grade spatula. That’s not something you find in a normal suburban kitchen drawer. So you're probably right: Uncle Buck either brought it himself OR he keeps one in his car “just in case.” You know, for surprise pancake emergencies. What happened to the leftover pancakes? There's no way Miles finished one. The movie doesn’t show cleanup, but knowing Buck, there are only two realistic outcomes: He ate the rest throughout the day, probably cold and with his fingers. He tossed them, but maybe after trying to feed one to the dog or using one as a makeshift cushion. So yes, you're witnessing food waste on a massive scale—but it’s food waste with heart. That stack could have fed a village, but instead it fed a little boy's birthday and a generation’s sense of visual humor. And honestly, somewhere deep down, we all kind of want one of those pancakes. Just one. Maybe with a forklift to flip it.
Wife has spent a few hours cooking what looks like a 5 course breakfast on a random weekday, kids are at the table, Dad rushes through the kitchen, takes 1 sip of coffee and picks up a piece of bacon "sorry, honey, I've gotta go"
People who don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom. I have a coworker who washes her hands when she gets back to the office because she doesn’t like the soap. But she touches the door handle to get into the office everytime. I called her out on it and she acted like I was crazy for thinking it’s gross.
Every year at this time, my wife (a teacher) puts herself in charge of handling all the retirement parties for her entire school. Not a big deal except that I'm having to buy a ton of gift cards, cakes, snacks, and decorations and then keep track of everyone paying her back via Venmo, zelle or whatever. Big pain in the ass. For once, I'd like her to just be the one donating instead of organizing (and paying for) the entire thing up front and then having to keep track of who's paid and who hasn't paid, etc. Sometimes it sucks having a nice wife.
