Mildly Distressing

[butterflydreaming]

I've noticed that when I tell someone (in text) to meet me at some place, such as XYZ Widget Co. in Some City, at the corner of Main and First Ave, across from the Sears, the other person replies back with the question: "Do you have an address?"

Okay.

If I look up the address for XYZ Widget Co., I will also get a map, most likely, via their website or a listing like Lost In Some City or SomeCitySearch. So... how about cutting out the middle man? Why doesn't the person meeting me plug in the info in the search engine of choice, then get the map/directions from the map generator of choice?

If I had the address without looking it up, I would have provided it in the initial email/comment, with a link.

By asking me for the address, the recipient has failed a test. It's a little test, only a small percentage of the grade, but nevertheless... . It's about equivalent to wearing the wrong color of socks,but without the eccentric charm. Discussing after dinner, while still at the table, your measure/criteria for server tip amount is much, much worse. Though that's still not the deal breaker that cutting me off in conversation to tell me how I'm wrong is.

That's one of mine. What makes you just a little bit peevish? What's a deal breaker?

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In which I fail the test spectacularly

[quizro.livejournal.com]

See, I think that the person who picks the location is responsible for providing all of the information that the other person might reasonably need to easily find it.

What makes me peevish is when I agree to meet someone at "(o'clock)-ish", and they show up an hour later insisting that it's still "ish". DUDE, THAT IS SO NOT "ISH".

Re: In which I fail the test spectacularly

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

Ah, but I should have clarified that the only reason I'm suppling the place is because I've been given only vague indications of where we should meet, so I've taken the initiative of naming somewhere specific. So the peeve is really because I've been made to provide information that the other person was supposed to have done, to begin with.

Unapolgetically late people -- grr! Especially, for me, the attitude of "I'm not *that* late!" as if being late is an endearing quirk. Being late happens, but the attitude makes all the difference.