Stop walking in front of me in the grocery store. I will not tolerate your inconsiderate aisle blocking any longer. Don't act pissed off just because you have to move your cart full of Hamburger Helper, Doritos, and box wine. If you want an intimate shopping experience, either shop at 2:00am like all the other weirdos or talk to the manager about renting out the entire store so that you don't have to share.
Stop parking in spaces you have to back out of. Listen up, if you cannot rotate your head far enough to look behind you, or check your rear view mirrors, then you should take a little bus like all your other special friends, instead of running over people like me or my kids.
Stop tailgating me. I can't move faster than the car in front of me. Do you think I have helicopter blades hidden in my sunroof or something? You know when I see you at the next red light you're just going to feel like a fucker ... and you are, Fucker!
This is my final warning, Idiots. I'm carrying a squirt gun full of Kim Chee juice, the worst smell in the world. Its like rotten foot juice mixed with old man farts. I am going to track you down and squirt it inside your car, or your purse, or the back of your pants and you won't even know what hit you until it's too late.