In fairness, the world would be a better place if everyone listened to the first couple of lines of that song...
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It was so much easier to blame Them. It was bleakly depressing to think They were Us. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.
Usually trying to exit the airport, but in many public transit areas.
People who race to get out of the actual exit, then stop dead just outside or on the threshold because they do not know which way to turn or go causing a human pile up back inside.
It should be the law that in human transit buildings, immediately after going through the exit you have to move 50 yards to another "make your mind up" area to allow other travellers to easily exit the facility.
Feckers in the supermarket who stop for a chat with a friend, both of who park their trollies across the aisle
so you can't get past & who then look at you as though you've just crawled out from under a rock when you
politely ask them to let you past.
TV news replaying over and over again stupid and horrible videos that apparently went viral on social media (yeh, just saw another one).
People who do not consult you before switching off the air conditioner, and idiots who open windows thinking that will make it cooler - when it's 36 degrees outside!
Emergency vehicles that sit in traffic jams with their sirens wailing, even though no one can get out of their way.
Excessively loud and long calls to prayer, esp at 4:40am. This amounts to enforced sleep deprivation (I might have touched on this before, but it's got much worse in recent years).
If they're good enough to play at World Cups, why not in between?
Axle widths on carts were guided by the size of an 'orse's erse. which then determined road widths to allow 2 to pass..and also the 4' 8.5" standard rail track today.
To satisfy a global car market ( and maybe blobby drivers) we now have long urban/suburban roads and streets where cars have to half occupy pavements on both sides just allow a gap for a single vehicle to make it from one end to the other.
Usual Mexican stand-offs and scraped doors side-panels now the norm, and if you have the misfortune to meet a bin-wagon or emergency vehicle..happy days.Progress innit..gets my goot up anyhoo.
belgarion wrote:Feckers in the supermarket who stop for a chat with a friend, both of who park their trollies across the aisle
so you can't get past & who then look at you as though you've just crawled out from under a rock when you
politely ask them to let you past.
I can confirm that you are doing this wrong, the politely asking is the wrong approach entirely, what you do is exmpty the contents of their trolley onto the floor and then watch whilst the spandex clad fuck-knuckle attempts to salvage her half price chicken nuggets.
belgarion wrote:Feckers in the supermarket who stop for a chat with a friend, both of who park their trollies across the aisle
so you can't get past & who then look at you as though you've just crawled out from under a rock when you
politely ask them to let you past.
I can confirm that you are doing this wrong, the politely asking is the wrong approach entirely, what you do is exmpty the contents of their trolley onto the floor and then watch whilst the spandex clad fuck-knuckle attempts to salvage her half price chicken nuggets.
Job done.
This would be OK if I was another customer but as I was posting as a supermarket employee this is likely
to get me fired as is my preferred option of just ramming the feckers out of the way with the hand pallet
truck I am pushing at the time
Able bodied motorist who park in supermarket ' disabled ' bays ' . Also no kids , and they park in parent & child bays .Fking annoying .
On the theme of supermarkets , people who go into the shop at opening time , usually a Sunday at 10.00 am and race round as tho' their lives depended on the time . Fking annoying .
belgarion wrote:Feckers in the supermarket who stop for a chat with a friend, both of who park their trollies across the aisle
so you can't get past & who then look at you as though you've just crawled out from under a rock when you
politely ask them to let you past.
I can confirm that you are doing this wrong, the politely asking is the wrong approach entirely, what you do is exmpty the contents of their trolley onto the floor and then watch whilst the spandex clad fuck-knuckle attempts to salvage her half price chicken nuggets.
Job done.
This would be OK if I was another customer but as I was posting as a supermarket employee this is likely
to get me fired as is my preferred option of just ramming the feckers out of the way with the hand pallet
truck I am pushing at the time
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If the offenders are completely aware of you , just drop an expensive steak or two in their shopping . If you can , arrive at the till the same time and watch the reaction . Good if its husband & wife .
Discreet Hooker wrote:Able bodied motorist who park in supermarket ' disabled ' bays ' . Also no kids , and they park in parent & child bays .Fking annoying .
On the theme of supermarkets , people who go into the shop at opening time , usually a Sunday at 10.00 am and race round as tho' their lives depended on the time . Fking annoying .
And who then moan & bitch if they arrive at a checkpoint before 10.30 & can't get served due to Sunday Trading Laws even though
the fact you can't get served until 10.30 has been announced over the PA system every 2mins since the store opened
Ah holiday wear! Just got back from 10 days in Brattany yesterday evening and the holiday wearers were out in force - wankers!
Best bit about the whole trip was the announcement made on the 08:30 Condor Ferry sailing from Jersey to St Malo, which warned the day trippers that they would not be allowed back on board the evening return sailing if they were drunk. The crossing lasts a mere 90 minutes and yet as we queued to get off, there was a bloke in such an awesome state of paraliction that he was literally carried off the boat (This at 10:00).
Now I can't abide a nuisance drunk unless it is me, but it really hacks me off when the holier than thous sour the room with their tut-tutting over a bloke who had gone for it big time and was providing superb entertainment as we waited to get off the boat.
Sunday trading laws, I wanna buy some beer when I get my groceries during my mad panic 10 am shopping session on a Sunday morning. I don't believe in Jebus and wasn't going to Church anyway dammit.
Logically, I think the only thing that makes sense here is that morepork has been a bearded, top-knotted, trilby-wearing, craft beer preaching, avocado smashing, pseudo-political, charity shop-visiting nob-jockey since the beginning and he's just pissed that it's not considered cool or quirky anymore.
Useless twats in Welsh shirts at an international. Wales losing. Heavily. Two minutes to go and the camera pans to them. Cue mad jumping and waving. Look at me, Look at me, I'm famous. You aren't you tossers.
welshsaint wrote:Useless twats in Welsh shirts at an international. Wales losing. Heavily. Two minutes to go and the camera pans to them. Cue mad jumping and waving. Look at me, Look at me, I'm famous. You aren't you tossers.
hey dick, I was jumping up and down because I won 2 quid on a scratch-off
Discreet Hooker wrote:Able bodied motorist who park in supermarket ' disabled ' bays ' . Also no kids , and they park in parent & child bays .Fking annoying .
This. I once accosted some husband and wife who parked in parent and child with no little s**ts on board. I challenged them and she claimed her daughter was dropping off the grand kids after the shopping. Little did she know that my little sh**s were at home, having kept me up most of the night, with my long suffering wife so I was in no rush to get home. Every time I passed them in the supermarket I'd ask where the kids were. There was still no sign as I passed them at the till. I even lent against the wall whilst they packed the car. They then sat in the front seats pretending to wait for the grand kids hoping, I assume, that I'd get bored and feck off, not realising I was rather enjoying myself and the alternative was going home to the feral kids and by now wild eyed, long suffering wife. They cracked first and drove off without the grand kids giving me the finger as I just smugly smiled at them. Wankers.