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I thought about this after reading a couple of posts where it seemed to be happening.

One redditor was upset by the fact that someone they know used the term "adopted" when they got their new pet because they suspect the person just bought it from someone whose dog had puppies. The redditor has two rescue dogs from a shelter, so they didn't want that person to have equal standing with them in a conversation.

Another redditor was upset because someone said, "I built a house on some land my grandfather left me." By "built" they simply meant they had a plan drawn and hired a general contractor to make it a reality. It's a perfectly normal use of the term 'built', but this redditor was mad because he built a tiny home with his own hands with no experience and likes to brag about that fact.

What's the word for the emotion these people were feeling?

They are one of only two married couples to win Emmy awards on the same night. No other couple has achieved that feat since their wins in 1986.

I have a Moto G. It's only a couple of months old. I've always owned Motos and just prefer them because they're what I'm used to, inexpensive, and I don't really need anything with more features for my purposes.

This phone has acted weird ever since I got it. For one thing, when I'm typing it just suddenly closes the window. This happens at least a dozen times a day and it's usually when I type letters or characters near the bottom of the keyboard. I am NOT inadvertently touching the button that SHOULD close it.

Another thing I hate and can't figure out is my autocorrect's misspelling of words. For example, it changes 'than' to 'then'. In other words, it makes the same common and infuriating error many humans do.

Last night and this morning, it did the strangest things ever.

In a text conversation with my daughter, a huge 😂 appeared after something I said. It wasn't something I typed or tapped, so I asked my daughter what was funny about what I said. She told me I was the one that sent that, but I didn't, and nothing was funny.

A few minutes ago, she texted me saying, "I didn't realize ABA therapy was considered healthcare." I was pondering what she said and didn't speak or touch my keyboard at all, but up popped something appearing to be from me saying, "What do you mean?🤔" I had typed neither the text nor the emoji, and that question was not what I was thinking.

Wth? It's like there's an invisible third party to our conversations.

For example, it consistently says "zen-DIE-ya" rather than "zen-DAY-a." Even if you say it correctly when asking a question about her, the assistant says it back to you wrong.

This grinds my gears just because of the audacity. There are hundreds of place names that can have more than one pronunciation, but there are certain individuals who contend that the only *correct* pronunciation is the one they themselves are most familiar with or the one that's somewhere else and happens to be larger in size and/or more well known.

Just to give a couple of examples:

There's a small town in Georgia named Cairo. It's pronounced KAY-ro. It is not pronounced like the well known city in Egypt. Why? Because it's just not. The correct pronunciation is what the people in that GA town say it is.

In my state, there's a Forsyth County. Residents of Forsyth stress the second syllable rather than the first, so it's for-SYTH, not FOR-syth like the surname that's typically spelled with an 'e' at the end. Why? Because Forsyth residents pronounce it that way and always have. It's THEIR county.

Bottom line: You don't get to tell someone else how to pronounce their own city or that they're "saying it wrong." This also goes for the given names of people.

There's nothing that makes me more anxious than being in a fast moving vehicle and not having control, so I always drive myself if at all possible. My anxiety ratchets up tenfold if the driver is the kind who likes to chat and is of the belief that a passenger can't hear or understand them without eye contact. They focus on you for such long stretches that every time they look back at the road they have to swerve a little to be fully in their own lane. I want to scream and tell them to keep their eyes on the road but it's something I find hard to do when I don't know them.

I've had this happen numerous times in various scenarios, but these are just a couple of examples:

A few decades ago, my husband and I had a home custom built by a small general contractor. We used a stock floor plan but wanted the garage to be finished as a playroom. One day during the construction process, we came in to find this guy had built a 5-ft wide closet in the corner of that room, something that was not in the approved plans and that was going to make it so there was an inadequate clearance around the pool table we'd planned to put at that end of the room. He balked when we asked him to take it out. His exact words were, "You should be happy I made that decision. Who doesn't want extra closet space? And this way you can always turn it into a bedroom later."

Another time, we ordered takeout pizza from a restaurant. When I opened the box, the pizza looked oddly orange to me. I asked why it looked that way, and the guy who made it said he had given us extra cheese and it was cheddar cheese. I told him I hate cheddar cheese, that it ruins pizza IMO, and if I'd wanted it I would have asked for it. The guy got pissed when I asked him to remake it. He said, "You got the mozzarella like usual. That cheddar is just extra and we're not charging you for it!" In case you're wondering, yes, I did make a stink about it with corporate, and got an apology and vouchers for free future pizzas.

For instance, someone is recounting a fight in a parking lot and says something like, "They were both on the floor punching each other." That is NOT a floor. A floor is within a structure. Call outdoor surfaces the ground, the asphalt, the cement, the concrete, the field, the street, the sidewalk, the parking lot, or something else appropriate, but don't call something that's out in the open air a FLOOR.

I just really hate the sound of it, and I hate reading sentences like, "They did eventually have their own meet-cute."

I don't understand why people do this. I took my mom to a community center for an exercise class this morning. I couldn't stay in the room because I have an inner ear issue that causes temporary hearing loss in one ear and makes certain frequencies unbearably loud and painful.

All the chatter in the class was overwhelming to me, so I stepped out into an L-shaped hallway and sat in a corner to read a book in the peace and quiet. This hallway extends 40 ft in each direction and is 8 ft wide. So, tell me why no less than three elderly ladies have come out of the classroom to take a phone call and have stood within two feet of me. Each of them has talked loudly for several minutes. I want to scream, but it would hurt too much.

You see it on social media, in interviews, and on TV shows, and it drives me crazy. They'll assert something as if their ethnic group, social class, religion, generation, or geographic region is a monolith and suggest that they all have certain beliefs, behaviors, or traditions, when in actuality it's just the experience of that person's family, social group, or something that's common only in their local area.

Examples: Someone posts a picture from their '60s childhood and says, "This is the only picture I have of me and my dad. People didn't take a lot of childhood pictures back then."

First of all, it pisses me off that anyone with a laptop can easily and quickly create a song to rival that of artists who've spent years perfecting their craft, and I hate that I've heard songs that I really love and shared with friends only to find out the listed *artist* isn't an actual person.

Setting all that aside, to me there's something really wrong about wasting what could have been a good pop or R&B tune on some dumb ad with lyrics that just sound like a dull paragraph and some bullet points about whatever they're selling.

Some people have zero sense of personal space. The lady who did this as I was waiting for my prescription at the pharmacy today was not only all up on me, she was singing along and bopping to the overhead music and kept bumping my back with her giant tote bag, and I don't know why she couldn't just hold her two tiny items until I was done. There was no one else in line and plenty of space behind her.

And what is it with some people who have such an exuberant presence? They move too much and too violently, breathe hard, sweat hard, walk hard, talk more loudly than necessary. I'm happy for them being full of life, but everything about their presence is extra even when they're just in a queue.

I have a 2016 Kia Sorento SX Limited Edition. I came out to the car after about a week of not driving anywhere and couldn't even unlock the door with my key fob. Once I got in, the car wouldn't start, completely silent. Touching the push button to start did nothing. I thought perhaps my key fob battery was dead, so I replaced it. Nothing. At that point, I called AAA and they were able to jump start it but said my battery needed replacing. It was 5 years old.

So I went and got a new battery, which was nearly $300. Ouch. Now, two days later I'm in the same scenario. This time, when I touched the key fob to the ignition button it did light up but the car still wouldn't crank. What could be going on? Where do I start?

EDIT: I don't know if this is pertinent, but thought I should mention it just in case. My engine splash shield came off a couple of weeks ago and I haven't replaced it yet. I finally received the part but just haven't had it installed. Is it possible that something could have popped up off the road and jarred something loose under the hood?

I have a 2016 Kia Sorento. I came out to the car after about a week of not driving anywhere and couldn't even unlock the door with my key fob. Once I got in, the car wouldn't start, completely silent. Touching the push button to start did nothing. I thought perhaps my key fob battery was dead, so I replaced it. Nothing. At that point, I called AAA and they were able to jump start it but said my battery needed replacing. It was 5 years old.

So I went and got a new battery, which was nearly $300. Ouch. Now, two days later I'm in the same scenario. This time, when I touched the key fob to the ignition button it did light up but the car still wouldn't crank. What could be going on? Where do I start?

EDIT: I don't know if this is pertinent, but thought I should mention it just in case. My engine splash shield came off a couple of weeks ago and I haven't replaced it yet. I finally received the part but just haven't had it installed. Is it possible that something could have popped up off the road and jarred something loose under the hood?

I've never had anything like this happen before. I was watching a show and gasped when something shocking happened in a scene. I looked down at my phone and this was on the screen.

*"It sounds like something major just happened! Take a breath and let me know exactly what you are reacting to. Did you just get some exciting news, stumbled on a wild story, or are just completely baffled by what you just saw? Tell me what's going on!"*

Creepy stalker AI 🤬