Personal, smaller-scale raaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggeeeeeee warning.
On the bus the past two days, there was this fat kid in like eighth grade. (It's a k-12 school, see.) He usually rides the bus, but meh, whatever. I can put up with him.
But yesterday, I pulled out my DS and started playin' Mario for my own entertainment and the joy of the first grader sitting next to me. (For some reason, little kids go nuts over watching other people play video games, even if they're the kind of video game that's all action and no dialogue or anything. Probably the same reason badly-translated fantasy anime with almost no dialogue is popular with them, too, but I digress.) This guy sat across the aisle from me and just stared over my shoulder, and he was commenting on friggin' everything.
For example, if I died, he'd be all like "Aaaaugh, you lost it." I can stand that, but he kept doing it. Every time. He kept telling me stuff about the game that I already knew and should've been painfully obvious. For example, he told me of the second half the game after the final boss, but I already knew that and had been QUITE OBVIOUSLY PLAYING ONE OF THOSE LEVELS AT THAT VERY MOMENT. And, furthermore, if I had not known that, he just spoiled like half a game to me. He told me what power-ups, of which there are roughly eight, do. He reminded me of basic game mechanics every time they became relevant.
This guy was, all in all, a damn creeper. He just spends the entire bus ride, when he can, staring over my shoulder at whatever game I'm playing.
Thankfully, he gets off at the first stop.
You may return to your regularly scheduled rage.