Cyclists - cycling two abreast and laughing, and waving you on when on blind bends, pay no road tax but get their own lanes ....
Motorbikes - overtaking on the inside, roaring down middle lanes in traffic queue's, pay less road tax, can ride one without any qualifications ... (Unless thats changed now)
Open tops - REALLY??? lol they deserve it surely lol.
Smokers smoking out in the wide open air ..... they should be shot surely. How do you get to these events - cars? Buses? Public transport. Mmmmmm fumes.
Children's eye level - Yes I am always amused at this. I care about children and would love a child of my own. But I am constantly amused that because people have children that its somehow everyone elses responsibility to deify them in the same way their parents seem to. Allowing them to behave like runaway feral cats. Screaming, climbing on stuff. Running into you. Or the "don't touch" rule when going into shops. Which means touch it if you like cause I am useless at enforcing that statement. Or the god given right to moan like a bi*ch cause I dont, Jedi like, feel the presence of the pram approaching from the rear. Then the "what is you're problem" when I say excuse me as my legs are rammed by the said useless parent. And tell me do parents take the kids to the shops so others can care for them while they run amok around the shops. And when they break stuff .... "it wasn't their fault, you shouldn't have put it at their eye level should you" ..... of course, because the old Jedi abilities were running low and I could not foresee what a sh*t parent I would run into today. Planting your kids in a parking space in a car park while you go get hubby who is somewhere around here ...... and I try and reverse into the space that I found, only to be shouted at by kids aged 4 and 5. And then the stupid bint coming back to find me in the parking space and ranting at me that I intimidated her kids...... and if you're in here you're an ***** btw.
Edit - thinking about it you're excuse is going to be that your not allowed to smack your kids any more isn't it. Yeah I knew it. Well that's these faceless do gooders for you. But if you feel the need, you can come round here and beat them till you're breathless and they pass out, I wont utter a word of complaint. No phone lines here so Esther Rasnson won't be dribbling down your neck. And you can go away calm with well behaved kids......