Teh Rage
My morning sleep on the train was ruined thanks to a fatteh woman who insisted on coughing and rummaging in her handbag every five minutes and nudging me with her flappy elbow.

Despite numerous tuts, sighs and evil looks she still wouldn't desist. And then she had the audacity to give me a filthy look because I dared put my elbow on the armrest!

Grrr...

What has caused rage in you lot this morning

(-10 points if it's Bert related).
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:22, 16 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Having to get out of bed usually does it for me

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:26, Reply)

Having to get out of Davros' bed does it for me
Especially when hes still in it.


They have decided to close 3 of the main roads into my workplace, and put traffic lights on the other, so I was exceptionally late this morning, even when I made up decent time.
(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:28, Reply)

The INTERNET
Grrrr....
(Bert's other profile wants to wear your balls on a necklace, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:35, Reply)

hmm
having to get up to go to school.

Actually no.
A cooking teacher having the balls to tell me I'm wasting my time with aiming for medicine when I'll probably not get in.
FFS! A COOKING TEACHER!
*seethes*
(Poppet some assembly required., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:36, Reply)

The lack of basic foodstuffs in my fridge
Screw it, I'll just deal with the food situation later. That'll work.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:38, Reply)

Hi PJM

Sorry to disappoint you, but I had the exact opposite journey to work today. My 35 mile drive is mainly on a certain single-carriage A-road, but as we near my town of work, there's traffic lights and a roundabout at which point I turn left for five miles or so on a dual carriageway, before exiting again for the last few miles to where I park (sorry for the detail, but it's important).

So, this morning, as I inched towards the first roundabout, I happened to catch the eye of the young lady in the car in front. She was fiddling with her hair, but when she caught my eye, she held it a bit longer than necessary. The lights changed, we moved off and both headed onto the dual carriageway. As she had some crappy little motor, I pulled in front and settled down to an easy 65mph behind a white van. After a bit, I noticed that she was behind me and gradually overtook, pulling in front of the white van. We neared my exit and I saw her indicate left too, so I was behind her again. Now, this exit leads one way into the centre of town, the other to the big 6th form/tech college on the outskirts. My route passes the college and I was pretty sure that was where she was heading. In rush hour, this little bit of road is very slow and we inched along for about ten minutes.

During that time, she tried to stare me out. I caught her eye again and this time she held my gaze for about ten seconds, I suppose, before I have to admit, I gave in and glanced down. The rest of the time she played with her hair, glanced in the rear-view mirror and kept an eye on the traffic. She turned in at the college and I waved good-bye.

It wasn't that she was a stunner or anything, and she was young enough to be my daughter, and she was probably just having a laugh and testing out her womanly powers on some poor sap of a commuter, but it cheered me up and left me with a bit of a warm feeling.

I parked up, walked through the park with Feist on the iPod and bounded up the stairs to work.

Sorry about your journey though.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:42, Reply)

Woohoo!
The Grimsdale has still got it going on : )
( girlinthehole, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:54, Reply)

Go che....
That's brightened my enraged morning already.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 29 Apr 2009, 9:56, Reply)

I woke up 2 hours early needing a pee
always annoying as I now feel shattered. Damn my bladder.

That wasnt very rage-like was it.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:05, Reply)

On my cycle in to work
There's a section of my trip where the cycle lane is on the pavement, rather than the road. The two are clearly marked as separate, the tarmac is a different colour, and there's a half-inch ridge between the two.

Every day there'll be at least one vacant person (usually a mum walking their fuck-trophies to the local school) walking in the cycle lane. Today was no different.

What did cause my piss to boil this morning was one stuck-up woman who refused to move out of the way when I politely asked, choosing instead to shoot me evil looks. A further polite request was returned with "I'm walking here, be patient".

The nearby children learnt a valuable lesson this morning; a carefully reasoned argument ("you're walking in the cycle path") coupled with a request ("now please step up onto the pavement") may not be enough for some people.

Therefore, resorting to obscenities ("Get your fat arse out of my way, you selfish cunt!") may be required.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:06, Reply)

Last Night we celebrated son passing his driving test
After a half bottle of fizz and a half bottle of whisky I staggered off to bed and slept like a baby. Unfortunately I woke a t 6:30 still pissed. This wore off on my journet into work. I now have the mother of all hangovers (I don't normally get hangovers no matter what). The rage? He went out with his mates and didn't get home till 2:00 this morning. He was up bright and early with a cheery "Morning Dad!" Youth. Wasted on the young.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:07, Reply)

Well done Lab!
*applauds*
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:10, Reply)

Thanks PJM!
I have to go to Tesco later, an act that brings with it it's own rage-inducing torture; no one looks where the fuck they're going in Tesco, doubly so if they have a trolley.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:21, Reply)

Lab
Similar. I drop the sweary one off at her school in the morning. There is a barrier across the road so I need to be right up to the card reader (on the driver's side, natch, so I'm already on the wrong side of the road) in order to swipe the entry card and gain access (fnarr).

There is always a woman walking up that side of the bastard road when we pull in, resulting in a 2 mile an hour crawl behind her so as not to knock her over.

There's a fucking footpath 2 feet to the right of her...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:22, Reply)

Fair weather cyclists.
Ok, I will admit that I cycled to the station a lot less during the winter than I am doing now, but I have a helmet, a well-maintained bike, a proper reflective jacket etc etc. And I have a suitable bag: a rucksack.

There was this woman on a bike ahead of me this morning, wearing flipflops, a skirt and strappy top (ffs, it might be sunny, but it's not actually all that warm outside), who was carrying her handbag slung over one shoulder. No helmet, of course. The handbag kept slipping off her shoulder, and the sudden weight on her arm would cause her to wobble all over the road. She was going very slowly, and I couldn't overtake because there was a steady stream of traffic to our right. And when I finally overtook her, I stopped at some traffic lights, which she then weaved right through, so once I was able to move forward again, I had to go through the entire process again! Argh!

A small annoyance, to be fair, but it got my goat up...
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:27, Reply)

I'm sure we've all been guilty of lack of awareness at times
But is it too much to ask of some people that they might use their eyes, ears and brains while out and about in the real world?

Edit: Agreed The Empress! I also didn't cycle much in winter, but I wear a helmet and obey the traffic laws. I detest cyclists who ride in pedestrian areas, on pavements, who run red lights and zebra crossings, or the wrong way down a one way street.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:27, Reply)