You know these bastards. You're standing in the grocery store trying to figure out a storage solution which would allow you to start buying those inexpensive Mexican spices in the plastic bags when someone passes eight feet behind you and drops an unwarranted, unnecessary "excuse me" on you. Then you have to discontinue your cogitatin' to assure them you took no offense when they passed through your (very) general vicinity. What's really annoying about over-excusers is that I imagine they expect everyone to maintain the same ridiculous parameters of intrusion they do. Therefore, when you walk anywhere near them and don't beg their pardon, they think, "How rude!" and run off home to blog about you! The nerve! Oh, and btw, I haven't studied this, but I suspect these are the same people who will hold a door for you when you're a mile and half away so you have to rush up to meet them. Asshats.
#4 - Over-Excusers
You know these bastards. You're standing in the grocery store trying to figure out a storage solution which would allow you to start buying those inexpensive Mexican spices in the plastic bags when someone passes eight feet behind you and drops an unwarranted, unnecessary "excuse me" on you. Then you have to discontinue your cogitatin' to assure them you took no offense when they passed through your (very) general vicinity. What's really annoying about over-excusers is that I imagine they expect everyone to maintain the same ridiculous parameters of intrusion they do. Therefore, when you walk anywhere near them and don't beg their pardon, they think, "How rude!" and run off home to blog about you! The nerve! Oh, and btw, I haven't studied this, but I suspect these are the same people who will hold a door for you when you're a mile and half away so you have to rush up to meet them. Asshats.
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