In public restrooms, I find it beyond disturbing when people are overly vocal. There are certain situations where emphasis is simply unnecessary.
When you fall asleep on the bus and start to lean sideways every two seconds, Mr. Stranger Danger, do NOT ... I repeat, do NOT come to rest on me.
Yes, sort-of-homeless-looking-teenage-boy at the bus stop with really nice shoes, I CAN spare a quarter. But I will not.
When I ask you, boss, do you want Option A or Option B, and you reply, simply, "yes" please understand that this does not actually answer my query.
Martha, I cannot decide if this is brilliant, or just downright psychotic. And I think I want to make one.
Barista who screwed up my coffee order, I secretly want to thank you for giving me 2% milk when I asked for skim. It was the best latte I've had in what seems like forever.