Things you hate III

Slow walking people. Walking into work the other day from the car park I had three idiots in front of me (together, three abreast) all the way up the ramp and into the office, I’m stuck behind them while they dawdle along, I’m not sure how people can walk so slowly. I hate it in places like supermarkets too, trying to leave Tesco the other day, stuck behind some insanely slow woman who then decides to just stop in the doorway with her trolley and rifle through her bag. When I shouted excuse me, she seemed genuinely shocked that she wasn’t the only human being on the planet.

 

Some people seem to seem to not understand ‘excuse me please’ and think it is somehow rude. Same people I reckon who say ‘sorry’ but don’t give an inch. Rude ********

 

I suppose if you work in a super trendy company or Google/Facebook/Twitter or something gender neutral toilets and peace rooms are expected. Me? I work on an old fashioned site, one of the original quangos I suppose. Apart from me, people have worked there for 30-40 years and just aren’t ready for such advancements.

Edit: can I suggest a safe room on this forum?

 

I’ve heard a lot about them but never encountered such things, apart from the odd little cafe that’s always only had one toilet.

Where have you seen these yourself?

 

https://twitter.com/mrwtch/status/959713708850151424

Good god no, get a grip man.

 

Manchester United, especially after today

 

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

(laughing at your creative description - not at me being the phantom farter.......)

 

The phantom raspberry blower of old London Town

 

And adverts with ******* whispery versions of good songs should be banned.

 

Totally agree with this. As soon as I hear that ad I'll switch stations instantly.

 

I more than 'like' this.

The world is clotted up with slow moving, ignorant idiots scratching their arses in doorways and at traffic junctions.

 

Why has a girl in her twenties been saddled with an old lady name like 'Miriam.'

No wonder she wants a neutral space to take a **** in peace.

 

Those sisters - they're probably crowdfunding a startup for songwriting siblings who create ditties for social media exposure for other hand woven, earthy start ups and vegan cafes.

******* ****s.

 

It's like a light bulb has gone off in every millennial wannabe's head and they have realised that a stripped back, piano version of a poppy or rocky number will somehow get them the attention they desperately crave because of their otherwise empty lives.

That and singing with that false, gravelly, deep in the troat tone and pronouncing their vowels weirdly in the songs, so you expect them to have a strong foreign accent, but when they talk they are clearly from Surrey.

 

Coming over here opening up all those restaurants. They can **** off back to Vegas where they belong.

 

Ah that place Jodie Foster went to. Shouldn't be any hassle to go back then, unles Jake Busey is about.

 

Excellent work today gentlemen. I feel we’re really putting this world back to rights.

 

Patronising ****s

 

Can I add people who put their cars in neutral and put the handbrake on at traffic lights, then seem surprised when the car in front starts moving, meaning only 4 cars get through at each change.

 

The same people who queue in the bank for 5 minutes then get to the counter and have to fumble through their pockets or bag for their paperwork and passbook (because they always have one of these redundant items) and then have 20 minutes of faffing to conduct their banking, which usually involves lots of small withdrawals from each account in cash to be paid into various other accounts for reasons unfathomable to logic.

The same people who queue at the supermarket check out but don't have their money or card ready to pay at the end. Actually it's never a card because these people always pay for their 140 pound weekly shop with cash, like it's still the 1980s. They also never put the "next customer" divider on the belt so you can put your basket of oranges down.

The same people queue at the airport security and then arrive at the front, totally bemused by the fact that they have to empty their pockets, take off their coat, watch, belt and walking boots, remove their laptop from their rucksack and throw away their water, taking 10 minutes to come to terms with it all.

 

People that complain that the brakelights from the car in front in stationary traffic are blinding them. Clean your windscreen and gent an eye test. ****ers.

 

Frazzle Burps.

The fact that I can taste my Bacon Frazzles hours after I've eaten them.

 

Are these the same people that after having paid for petrol get back in their cars and take literally 10 minutes before they move off?
Is it so difficult to start the engine, move forward so the next person can move next to the pump, then put their seatbelt on, move the mirror, reset the fuel computer, arrange bags etc etc etc?

 

Yes! Particularly the pay at the pump ones. Although the ‘hacking into NASA’ look of intensity and slow deliberate button pressing can also be found at cash machines, self-scan supermarket checkouts and even sometimes the turnstiles at the Vic.

 

Impatient ***** at petrol stations.

 

Mods pulling people out for circumnavigating the swear filter.

 

Unattended roadworks...... Spent 20 mins waiting to get past a 20m coned off section with no workmen in sight. Frustrating that temporary traffic signals not phased properly

 

Whilst on the motorists theme hate the dawdlers in multi storey car parks who wait for ages for someone to vacate a space then spend ages maneuvering into position and then decide to find another as they realise the space they have chosen is too small for their urban truck. Why not wizz up to the top floors where there are loads of spaces with ample room to park