McTwat
When I was 15 I was with my friend wandering around the local shopping centre, which for some reason and much to my confusion was our main hobby at the time.

We passed McDonalds; my friend decided to go in. I had no money because I was a miserable teenager but I was starving so I asked him politely if he'd buy me some fries - I'd pay him back later.

What followed was probably the longest chain of complaints and grumbles I've ever heard and will hopefully ever hear about 59p (the price at the time). I wouldn't have minded if he'd just said "no"; it's when people complain about something but go ahead with it anyway that REALLY fucks me off.

Digression: like when I'd ask my dad for a lift home from somewhere. From the moment I posed the question he'd already decided that he was going to do it, but something inside him told him it'd be more efficient to complain for 10 minutes and make me practically beg, than just do it. In a way, it'd be better if we were all robots - if someone asked for a lift home we'd just do a quick calculation e.g. he's 15, stupid, and I'm his dad - I expected this, this very evening, then instantly say "I'll be there in 10 minutes!"

Speaking of lifts home, why the fuck did my dad used to agree to pick me up from a friend's house but always add "and make sure you're ready this time, I don't want to be waiting around for ages!" at the end of the phonecall. The funny (or irritating) thing is that every single time I'd be stood there 5 minutes early by the window with my bag and coat, and he'd be half an hour late every time. And what's even worse is I don't remember which happened first - was it me taking ages to get ready or him arriving late? I'd love to have said "thanks for agreeing to pick me up - and don't be late this time you scallywag!" then hung up the phone, But I suppose as a dependant teenager you don't have any right to complain.

So anyway, he eventually bought me the fries. "Thanks. I owe you 59p, then", I said. He didn't buy any fries, just a cheeseburger or something (stay with me, this was 10 years ago). He then proceeded to help himself to my fries. There's so much wrong with his doing this, I nearly exploded because I was young and couldn't articulate myself. It's not that I'm against sharing - he was doing it because he paid for them. I calmy tried to explain to him that, as I would be returning the money shortly, they were technically my fries, and that it'd be polite to ask.

He didn't understand my logic because he was an idiot, so I said "keep your fucking fries you... gay!" and marched out of the restaurant*.

My dad had arrived to pick me up anyway.






* That's what it says on the sign.




EDIT: This was for "Tightwads", it closed while I was writing it!
( valoukh newsgash.wordpress.com, Fri 31 Oct 2008, 15:04, 4 replies)

One day at school
my mate forgot his lunch money so I bought him lunch.

Years later I have been known to bring this up when I've wanted a favour.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 31 Oct 2008, 15:13, closed)

It WAS you!
Well luckily I don't socialise with the person anymore so I can avoid any such repercussions, although as far as I'm concerned I won that one!
( valoukh newsgash.wordpress.com, Fri 31 Oct 2008, 15:18, closed)

My
dad would always make such a long rambling moaning fuss about even the vaguest possibility of giving a lift or picking me up that a long tim ago I went 'fuck it' and determined to walk (even in bad weather) on the basis it caused less annoyance and was mentally, at least, easier. To this day I will generally walk quite long distances if necessary which I suppose has contributed to my slender physique if also lack of (car) driving license.
(Benzyl, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 22:29, closed)

Yea
I tend to be quite willing to walk long distances - I've never been very strong but have always had lots of stamina. Maybe it's related!
( valoukh newsgash.wordpress.com, Wed 5 Nov 2008, 14:37, closed)