1. That guy behind you in a long line at the supermarket who:
a.) Tells everyone in the store, by virtue of his 120 decibel voice, just how hot the sex he had last night was and how the woman in question had a rear that “jus’ wouldn’t quit”.
b.) Shares with everyone in the store, by virtue of his 120 decibel voice, just how in disbelief he is that the “fuckin’ tomaters are so fuckin’ expensive” and how it is because of “them tree huggin’ fuckers” and their “organic bullshit.”
c.) Is suddenly the first person in line at the freshly opened register where the clerk just asked for the “Next person in line”; despite the fact that he was three spots behind you â the actual “next in line” person.
2. That guy who, when he sees the highway sign informing all that the right lane is closed, rides the right lane all the way to the tight merge into the left lane and then forces his way in with just enough room for you to closely and clearly see the veins on the metal faux-nutsack hanging from his trailer hitch.