Grrr irrational annoyances

Can people learn how to use apostrophes properly? i stormed into holland and barrett and made them take down a sign advertising "allergy test's". and while they're at it, learn the difference between your and you're before my head explodes.

Elbows. They hurt a lot when you hit them, they're usually dry and minging and people try to use them to muscle you out of the way on the tube.

Down with elbows.

I don't think they are irrational!! If I started listing my annoyances I'd be here all day. ?

When people have a computer booked for 11.15 why keep coming to me every minute from 11.10 to say that the computer isn't booked. It is, just be bloody patient!!

Lorry drivers who flash you once you've passed them on the motorway to tell you you can pull back in. I'll decide when there's a suitably safe distance between your lorry and my car, thanks all the same.

All my other annoyances are completely rational. ?

I received an invitation to Christmas drink's and nibble's the other day. I just don't get what's so difficult about apostrophes- it's not THAT complicated surely.

People who come to your desk, see that you are eating your lunch and say "Oh sorry - you're eating...." and then proceed to ask you something having just identified that you might be otherwise engaged.

Ok yes I could go outside for lunch but it's pissing down and I could go to the canteen but it's full of screaming children from our research panel, so I'd like to have it at my desk please, ta.

My latest one is people who are walking ahead of you and just stop in the middle of the street/aisle etc. I always want to slap them in the back of the head, especially if it's a busy street.

Also, the people who stop in the middle of supermarket aisles to chat with their friends and block the way, and who get really annoyed if you have to ask if they could possibly move out of the way.

First week of uni i shouted at a group of people who were blocking the busiest stairwell in the place.

just wait til christmas trolley rage takes over. old woman, take your trolley to the side of marks food court to arrange your bags, not directly in front of the escalators. and wake up, they're shouting next! and the queue is a mile long, effing well pay attention.

This might well be a rational annoyance, actually - but here goes....

We have a receptionist at work who we call Mrs Bucket on account of her thinking she's posh.

But she sits and talks to you with a mouth full of food. She looks like a bloody cement mixer for Christ's sake.....