#1. Bartenders who correct my pronounciation of a beer or beverage when I pronounce it correctly.
Me: Can I have a pint of schpahten?
Bartender (at a phony German bar in Lincoln Square!!!): You want a spay-ten?
(of course, Magaret at the 4am bar St. Pauli club down the road says schpahten, but tourists don't go there)
Me: One Mohjheet please.
Bartender: You mean Mah-deet?
Okay, so I'm a pretentious journalist from California, but if I actually know how to pronounce something correctly, I'm gonna. Just don't correct me back to the American pronounciation, dammit.
#2 Another thing that bugs:
This is a crappy photo booth photo, but it's a Belvedere vodka ad that says "Luxury Reborn" with A PICTURE OF VINCENT GALLO!!!!! How Vincent Gallo became a sex symbol (in his own mind, at least) when he clearly was born to be a wino is beyond me. This man is cut out for stuff like Night Train and Thunderbird, produced by E&J GALLO winery, not foofy top shelf vodka.
People of the world, I beg you- STOP GIVING VINCENT GALLO MONEY. He has nothing to offer you but self important pap!