What minor things have you seen people become enraged about?

A woman put a fuzzy seat cover on her toilet so the seat would always be down, (it would not stay up by itself) then got mad because it would not stay up while she was cleaning it.

No, only a child. My preschool age grandson is in the habit of screaming when his brother takes a toy out of his hand.

Ummm… yep.

Yes. But it was me that was enraged. I witnessed a woman berating her daughter over a story the daughter wrote that the woman told her three times was “stupid”. She told the little girl, who was about 9 or 10 that she was spending the whole weekend writing a new story because the one she spent four days writing was “stupid”. The little girl had tears in her eyes. I didn’t know what to do, so I just walked away and did nothing as I was about to scream at the woman that she was hurting her kids feelings.

Yes, I’ve seen people enraged about whom I have sex with.

This guy at work gets extremely angry if you don’t like a video game or a movie that he enjoys. You say one bad thing about it, and he’s ready to rip your head off. He tries to ’‘remain calm’’, but you can see he’s really pissed, and he often proceeds by insulting your favorite things afterward, usually in a way not really directed to whatever subject was at hand.

Also I briefly dated this guy years ago, who got totally enraged at his mom because of something about a jar of pickles. I don’t remember, but it was about pickles. Seriously.

^Pickle rage made me giggle. I have no idea why.

lol pickle rage

Oh, yeah. I’ve known people who just have anger issues in general, so any little thing gets them pissed off. I was out on a date with one such person when his car muffler fell off. He had to briefly climb under the car and wire it back in place (it was already wired on as a quick fix). Not that it wasn’t worth being a little angry or frustrated about… I mean, his ‘date clothes’ did get a little dirty because of it. But the level of upset was a little much. He punched a street sign and the car windshield because of it. Hard.

Probably a better example is my grandfather. He once flew into a rage because I, an 8 or 9 year old kid, hadn’t screwed the top of a 2 liter Coke bottle on tightly enough. I had just opened the bottle, poured myself a drink, and closed it back up before he picked it up to pour himself a drink. He screamed and raged, and poured the whole bottle down the sink drain because it was certainly going to be flat. Right… soda goes flat in 2 seconds. ~

@augustlan But the level of upset was a little much. He punched a street sign and the car windshield because of it. Hard.

Wow what the hell?? O_o That dude must have had some few issues.

That reminds me of a worker in my husband’s office. They were programmers, made their living with their hands. The co-worker got very angry at something at home and punched a plate glass window, which shattered and cut up his hand. He took a leave of absence from work and never returned.

You mean like Faye Dunaway playing Joan Crawford in “Mommy Dearest” and the wire hanger scene?

Non breast feeding mothers.

Stolen car parks.
Not getting their email answered as fast as they want their email answered.

Fluther questions/responses, happens alarmingly frequently too.
Calm the fuck down!

straw men

Breast feeding mothers.

My best friend’s boyfriend becomes enraged at restaurants when: they don’t bring him water right away, or they bring him water before he’s sat down, if there’s too much ice in his drink, if there’s not enough ice in his drink, if he orders fries and they bring him ketchup instead of mayonaise, if they bring him ketchup and mayonaise, but not steaksauce, if they bring him ketchup and mayonaise and steaksauce, but not tartar sauce or siracha or maple syrup, if the waitstaff asks to take his order too soon, or doesn’t come soon enough, if his glass of milk is too small, if his “spicy” whatever is too spicy, if his vegetarian meal tastes too much like vegetables, if his pizza has too much cheese, or not enough cheese, if his french fries or homemade potato chips don’t have enough salt on them (even though there’s a salt shaker sitting right in front of him) if he goes to an Ethiopian restaurant and they don’t give him a knife a fork and a spoon (note: at Ethiopian restaurants the food is meant to be picked up with a piece of bread called injera, they don’t use utensils, and he knows this) if the waitstaff takes too long to refill his water glass, or comes around too often while he’s trying to have a conversation, and last, but not least, when he’s not the center of attention.

@Kardamom he sounds like a lovely guy, no wonder your friend likes him????

I walked past this dude in the Village the other day and accidentally brushed his leg with one of the grocery bags I was holding. He assumed I had kicked him, and that I’d done so deliberately, and followed me down the street kicking the backs of my legs until I located the pepper spray in my purse.

This other time, driving my minivan on the Henry Hudson, I was about to pass a car on the right but slowed down because people were merging into my lane from an entrance up ahead. In the meantime, some guy had decided that following me was the fastest way to get around the middle cars rather than passing on the left, and became very angry when I slowed. He proceeded to tear around me in the entrance lane on my right and slam on his brakes, causing my dog to crack her jaw on the dashboard when I had to brake sharply she was ok, and has become a backseat-only dog since this little incident. He crept forward at 10 mph and kept braking at intervals – on a freeway, mind you – didn’t allow me to pass him, and turned to remain in front of me when I made an exit. It was very scary and I had just pulled up directions to a police station when he got tired of tormenting me and drove off.

Oh yeah, and then there was this guy sitting next to me on the subway a few weeks ago who started muttering curse words at me, presumably because I was absentmindedly jiggling my leg. When I asked him what the problem was, he started screaming at me about how all the white girls are little bitches, threw a dollar at me, and got off at the next stop.

I just love NYC.~

@wildpotato – ahhhhh, makes me homesick!!! There’s no place in the world quite like NYC. I always particularly enjoyed the obscene graffiti in broken english.

@wildpotato

He assumed I had kicked him, and that I’d done so deliberately, and followed me down the street kicking the backs of my legs until I located the pepper spray in my purse.

What happened after you located the pepper spray? Did you get to use it or did he back off when he saw it?

My brother and I went out for a meal and he had a couple of ciders. He wasn’t quite drunk but he was probably close to being over the limit for driving so I told him that I was going to drive to be on the safe side (and because my brother is an erratic driver at the best of times but I didn’t say that to him!) He took it really personally and flew the handle. It was strange as usually my brother and I get on well but something about me thinking he’d had a little too much to drive pussed him right off. We only had to drive about a mile so in the end I told him that unless I could drive I would walk home and eventually he gave in!

We had at least 8 police and county sheriffs respond to a call at the local Casey’s because the cashier was slapped by a customer who wasn’t happy with their take-out pizza.

I love pizza, but…..

I live in a house full of non-neural typical people, so I see a lot of erratic and irrational behaviour. For example, my step son, who has infantile autism, would cry at the dinner table or out at a restaurant if he was given a pizza in the wrong shape, or if it had ANY ingredient on it that he wasn’t expecting. Not just a little crying, but full-on sobs and then angry frustrated tears. I remember the first time he saw an oval pizza, that was cut in squares, he freaked out and would NOT eat. Also, he would flip out if his packed lunch wasn’t set up in his lunch box exactly a certain way. The sandwiches had to be cut in half or he wouldn’t eat them. Now he is much older and those things don’t bother him as much, but his adams apple has developed and he can feel it, so he is convinced he is choking on something in his throat and was in such a state of panic at his mother’s house a couple weeks ago that we had to YELL at her to take him to the hospital for a sedative to calm him down and for a doctor to tell him he was going to be ok and there was nothing in his throat. (She called US instead of the doctor, and we live quite a way away with no car. She is so hopeless.) He was refusing to swallow anything, including his own spit, so she made the doctors xray him and check his throat for anything. It is anxiety. There is nothing in his throat. He is with us now and eating just fine, so it must be something setting off his anxiety at his mothers. Ah, Autism, how I hate you sometimes.

My husband will flip out at the dinner table if the kids make noises when they eat or don’t have their cutlery in the right hand. He also has an irrational fear of all dogs. We were on a rare walk together with our youngest a few weeks ago, and little man LOVES dogs, like me, and he wanted to stop and pet the friendly dogs that stop and sniff. Hubby went apeshit and just started yelling at him to ‘Stop petting every dog you see when we are walking!!’ Hard to explain to a 7 year that his father has a neuro-developmental problem.

That sounds like my seven year old grandson, but i thought he was just a normal spoilt brat of a kid.
And then your husband sounds like my ex, a control freak, just like his father before him, Polish German heritage.

I’ve seen someone (an ex) who would completely lose his rag because his guild got wiped in a Warcraft raid.