Public Transport
I live in Melbourne now - lovely place, you must visit - but used to live in London and thank god I don't anymore however there were only two things better in London than in Melbourne and that is public transport etiquette.

Specifically - standing to the either the left or right of the doors when they open and letting people off - ITS NOT HARD NUMB NUTS - don't stand there gormlessly looking at me as if I have special molecular dispersal powers and or rock climbing equipment that will allow me to pass through you or over you - GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY and let me get off rather than engage me in a Mexican stand off.


The other is that at least in London the majority of people do actually (despite a few posts on here suggesting otherwise)- stand on the right of the escalator in the most part and let people pass up the left. Here its like a fucking army assault course and generally caused by those weighing 250 Kilos WHO COULD USE THE FUCKING EXERCISE TO WALK UP ANYWAY thus providing a bit of fluidity in getting up the escalator.

Calm, breathe....Hmmm
(zit, Wed 7 May 2008, 7:44, Reply)

World, shut your mouth
I go to the cinema or venue to watch a film / see a band.
I do not go to hear your braying, irritating conversation.
Saw the Bootleg Beatles at Christmas and some complete prick talked all the way through "Blackbird" thus ruining it for everyone in his radius.
I do go up and complain to people, but to be honest it's putting me off going to gigs or the cinema, as it means I spend moments with my rage building up / hoping to God the culprits shut up, and then I have the confrontation, which I don't enjoy, then I have to spend the rest of the gig / film worrying that I'm going to get "done" on the way out by the knuckle-scrapper who thinks that's it's fine to talk over whatever the rest of us have paid to hear.
Plus the fact I get uber-annoyed that I seem to be the only one who has the cojones to complain in such situations. Sometimes I get congratulated by fellow-sufferers sitting nearer than me to the culprits, but who somehow lost the power of speech when it came to telling someone how to behave with basic human decency.
( I_Was_Mordred, Wed 7 May 2008, 7:41, 2 replies)

ATM's/Cash point dawdlers
You know the ones - its late, you're late, it's raining, there's a massive queue but there isn't another ATM for another mile so you wait in the queue patiently until the flow is interupted by the people who (even though they have been waiting in the queue for the last 2 weeks and still haven't got their card ready)fumble in their bag for wallet, open wallet (lots of fumbling), take out card, slowly insert their card, press every button possible, pause, have a statement printed, study the statement (why ?), eject card, don't withdraw cash, insert another, print out statement again, study statement, eject card, fumble around putting card back in wallet, wallet back into bag then shuffle off WITHOUT GETTING ANY FUCKING CASH OUT....GRRRRRR...

My point is this - do you have no fricking life that you would rather wait for hours in a cue to check your statements AND NOT withdraw cash rather than use either phone or internet banking and use the time more productively AND SAVE EVERYBODY ELSE 5 MINUTES IN THEIR DAY THEY WILL OTHERWISE NEVER GET BACK...EVER !
(zit, Wed 7 May 2008, 7:17, 2 replies)

What also gets my goat.
Nicer ones this time.
Now, I'm not a racist or anything, but why do black people get their own music, which we are segregated from? Theres the MOBO awards (Music Of Black Origin), Radio 1Xtra (advertised as "1Xtra, the home of new black music")? Theres not an awards ceremony for white music, or openly titled as, and we don't have a national radio station purely devoted to white music. Just asking, thats all.
Oh, and on the roads:
-People who leave their fog lights on, or put them on when its raining, reducing my visibilty to just them. Thanks, felcher.
-The middle lane owners club, who will not move over, even if its totally clear.
-previously mentioned, but reps who like to be on your back bumper when you are in the fast lane. I just brake test them, and then pull over and laugh as they pass spewing a tirade, and red-faced.
-people who sit in the queue for a petrol station, as theres no pump free on their filling cap side. So theres a big queue, but what they cannot fathom is that the pump can reach BOTH sides of a car. Many a time I have got round them, and been shouted at. I just get out of the car and ask them (politely) what their problem is, and explain that the pump reaches both sides- watch me, I'll demonstrate.
-People who park in disabled spaces that aren't. The worst are the ones who do this, and when you say something, say "my Mrs has just popped in to get some fags", thats ok then, is it? Just block the parking of someone who might actually have problems with mobility. And then theres the ones who put their badge on, then hop & skip out of the car. Grrrrrrr.
-people who try to block your lane when it goes down to one lane in about 800 metres, there are 2 lanes there for a reason, chuffhunter. I once saw someone try to block an unmarked police car, needless to say, he was pulled over pronto & given a ticket.
I have more....
Apologies for length, but it doesn't come out very much.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Wed 7 May 2008, 7:14, 7 replies)

Totally absolutely unrelated to the QOTW
but it made me laugh.
So the new guy and I were out having dinner tonight, and he had to pick his daughter up from school at 10pm. We didn't have time to shag, so opted for the pub instead.
I told him that sucked because...............
I was dripping like a vegetable on life support.
I'm still giggling about it now.

Sorry if anyone is offended by that, but it made us laugh.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Wed 7 May 2008, 6:50, 1 reply)

Anne Robinson
More specifically this on "The Thickest Link"...

AR: "What's do you do for a living?"
Contestant: "I'm a plumber."
AR: "A plumber? Really? Are you?"

FFS, he's just told you he's a plumber!!! Why would he be lying?!?

Why bother asking someone a question if you then immediately question their reply?

Perhaps everyone on "The Thickest Link" is actually a pathological liar and she's trying to catch them out.
( JugglerJAF It's curtains for you.Lacy gently wafting curtains, Wed 7 May 2008, 6:48, 2 replies)

People who say
"Can I ask you a question?"


I tend to reply with "Apparently you can." It confuses them so much.
( JugglerJAF It's curtains for you.Lacy gently wafting curtains, Wed 7 May 2008, 6:31, 1 reply)

I hate it when...
I dream about a white pony chasing me and biting my balls while I ineffectually thrash around trying to get away. The pain is intense and the terror scrotum atrophying. It must have happened a few times before because the pain and the horse chomping down started with a kind of 'been here before' ennui...

When I told the people I was camping with of my dream the previous night they seemed to focus entirely on the possible sexual connotations, little realising what massive tribulation it really was...
(satellite blows, Wed 7 May 2008, 6:22, Reply)

right now? My mum
My parents are in China right now.

Their next door neighbours are looking after their 2 cats and I'm supposed to go over every couple of days to make sure they are alright.

(They couldn't come and stay with me as it would have really freaked them and my 2 cats out and all four might have run away or otherwise gotten hurt as a result.)

So yesterday I go over and only one cat is evident, but she's looking in pretty poor condition. There's a big scratch in 1 ear and all the fur on her tummy is scratchy and wet.

So Mr Kitty and I catch her, which she obviously doesn't like as she sinks her front teeth as deep into my hand as she can and twists. This is only 3 kilos of cat we're dealing with but it was like wrestling the wriggliest little ball of muscle in the world. It took all of our combined might to get her in the house and locked in the bathroom.

Not feeling much like a rematch, and with my hand bleeding furiously, making driving slightly difficult to consider, we call the vet to come and pick her up (we have the best vet in the world, they'll show up at midnight on a sunday to save an animals life and let you pay it back in $20 per week installments and sue to my cats various health problems, they know me by sight, name and cats).

Even the vet was impressed with her thrashing and cursing inside the cage, but said it was all explained by the fact that she's Tortiseshell and therefore crazy.

So, after going to Casulty to get my hand cleaned up, bandaged and a tetnis injection, we go over to the vet's surgery to see what's wrong with her. They said she has an alergy to fleas. There are only a couple on her, but even 1 could set it off. About half her skin is missing from rashes, scratching and overgrooming due to the itch. It's travelled to her ears, both of which are very badly infected, hence the bloody scratches in front of her ears. Also it has gotten so bad that about half of her front lip has rotten away.

The vet said she's need twice a day treatment for at least a month and at least one night in the hospital. We arranged that if my parents neighbours, who were supposed to be looking after her, weren't able to do this, a place would be made for her in their boarding kennels until my parents got home.

You'd think this was why I was mad at my mum, right? That she'd let a cat that we'd had for 10 years get in this condition? Worse to come.

I texted my parents to let them know what was going on. About my bite and her health problems.

I spoke to the neighbours, who were more than happy to take on her treatment and make a bed for her inside the house and make sure that she was kept inside.

This morning my mum called me from China....to tell me how stupid I was to try to touch her. To tell me that she's known about the rash and scratching for weeks.

When I told her that she was disgusting and, with how much pain the cat was in, if she wasn't prepared to look after her she should have her put to sleep, she asked me to arrange this while she's away.

So right now, I'm in pain and disgusted with my mum.

Apologies for lack of funny, but at least I'm on topic.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Wed 7 May 2008, 5:37, 2 replies)

People saying "me and xxx did this"
"Me" is not a subject pronoun, it is only an object pronoun. It doesn't do anything, it can only have things done to it. There's a perfectly good word that can be used in place of it when the person speaking is doing or has done something: "I". You wouldn't say "Me like this."

I brought someone up on this other day and he thought my argument was that having "me" first is wrong. He simply could not understand that the word "me" is not correct, it doesn't matter about the order.

Of course that's not as bad as people who think they know better grammer using the word "myself". "Myself" can only be used as a reflexive pronoun, same as any other -self word, ie. the speaker is doing something to/for themself. You wouldn't say of a car: "I have a car for sale. Itself is red."

Bring back Latin I say.
(Cuthbert Annihilator, Wed 7 May 2008, 4:04, 9 replies)

The over use of the word cunt
It should be savored for that very special occasion when the word buggery and fuck just don't match up ,people will soon out date its use and it will be as un-swearwordy as the word shit.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Wed 7 May 2008, 3:56, 3 replies)

Non-drivers
This maybe just me.

But when giving people a lift you can tell if they are a driver or not.

You can only tell when they get out the car. Drivers will close the door properly, firmly but not hard.

Non-drivers will slam the door like they are trying to crack a coconut in it.

Why do you have to do this? It fucks me off no end.
(Lanceuppercut, Wed 7 May 2008, 2:57, 2 replies)

The pub, and working in it
You get some right cunts in pubs.

Like the ones who'll ask for a coke. Then tell me again, coke. Despite me continually asking for small or large. To top it off, they'll ask for no ice, and then watch me press ONE BUTTON, walk away, then give it to them when it's done. They'll still ask me to top it up. In other words, they think that surrendering ice in a glass designed to hold ice will mean I'll give them more. Kiss. My. Arse. Pubs that use measured pourers lose tonns in revenue to these people!

The others are the 'top it up, luv' people. Fair enough if we're busy and I've just hurried your ale - of course I'll top it up. Even with a sweet smile and maybe an apology. But waiting 5 minutes at the bar for a head that's SUPPOSED TO BE THERE to die off, or to have a sip THEN ask me, will result in bar staff across the country telling you to go and fuck yourself!

If I ask you to repeat yourself a few times, please understand that it's rare for this to happen, you're quieter than most mice and it's busy in here. If I explain that I'm deaf, don't just laugh then stare at me, expecting me to pour your drinks!


If you need to speak to my manager and I'm alone in the pub, I'll tell you my manager isn't here. I'm not going to ring him up on his mobile to book you a table for three weeks time. Wait til 6 o'clock like I've suggested, you wanker! Chances are that I've given you the pub phone number. Can I please ask, that if the person in this situation who rang up the pub whilst stood in front of me after this situation could please come forward; I'm not on shift and I'd like to kill you now.


*seethes*
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Wed 7 May 2008, 2:20, Reply)

DO NOT DISTURB
At various points in my working life, I have been required to spend long periods of time in hotels, including weekends. Naturally during these stays I took the opportunity to shovel down plenty of beers at the employers expense, particularly on Friday and Saturday nights, meaning I would try and have a decent lie in on the following mornings and thus hang the old "do not disturb" sign on the door before staggering into bed.

However...there seems to be a universal misunderstanding amongst hotel staff as to what the phrase "do not disturb" means. All hotel staff, take note, the following activities DO CONSTITUTE DISTURBANCE:

* Phoning me up to ask if I want more towels at 9am. If I am bloody asleep, an unfamiliar bell going off six inches from my head is a disturbance.

* Knocking on the door and shouting "do you want any towels" is also a disturbance. To answer, I need to have woken from my alcholic coma, thereby being disturbed, at which point I might as well get up and let you clean the bloody room. (NB The sign says "do not disturb"...NOT "do not come in"

* Trying to slide a one inch thick weekend paper under the 2mm gap under the door....cue much door rattling, banging, rustling...all to no avail rather than munching up the edge of the paper for when I finally retrieve it from outside.

At one hotel I was in for six months or so, I actually made my own laminated "do not disturb" sign which said:

"DO NOT DISTURB: FOR THE AVOIDANCE OF DOUBT THIS INCLUDES PHONING UP, SHOUTING THROUGH THE DOOR, MASHING PAPERS INTO THE CRACKS IN THE DOOR, HANGING A NOISY RUSTLING PLASTIC BAG OF TOWELS ON THE DOOR HANDLE - IF I WANT MORE TOWELS I WILL EITHER PHONE AND ASK FOR THEM OR GO AND BUY MY OWN"

Interesting, despite being an excellent, long term customer, the Hotel Manager complained to me, and ordered that I cease using the sign as it was derogatory to the staff, or risk being ejected from the premises.

Thanks a lot you wanker.
(Mandrill, Wed 7 May 2008, 1:52, Reply)

Drunk people
I go for a night out to enjoy myself.

By the time I get home I'm usually wondering why I bother. After the average night out I have

- had various drunk girls fall on me (sometimes followed by them almost puking on my shoes)
- been threatened by their over protective boyfriends for apparently "eyeing her up"
- been threatened by other people who simple want a fight for no other reason than "just because" or "you looking at me?"
- been questioned by police for statements about some fight that happened on the other side of town.
- been charged money for a glass of tap water (I was driving and so couldn't drink)
- finding out some fucker had done a shit next to my car and used my wing mirror to hold on to while they crouched down.
(. ., Wed 7 May 2008, 1:49, Reply)

People talking bollocks

There are certain words and phrases that really piss me off:

(1) People offering to give more than 100% effort to a task. The fact that this is impossible shows up how much hot air they are talking "I'll give this task 110%, no 150%". Anyone who has had the misfortune to watch the apprentice will know what I mean. I'd settle for people who do this giving close to 100% effort to raping (with a rake) then murdering themselves.

(2) "Proactive" People who use this should be hanged, drawn and, quartered; I hate them.

(3) Other stupid phrases such as "think outside the box" what the fuck does that actually mean??
(fibonacci_cunt cunt, cunt, cuntcunt, cuntcuntcunt,..., Wed 7 May 2008, 1:11, 2 replies)

woo CUNTS
I particularly hate the fuckwits on b3ta noticeboards that think that saying 'woo" is cool. As in, "very woo", or "woo to you", or, "that's so woosome", or "a click and a woo for you."
CUNTS!
(hixy, Wed 7 May 2008, 1:11, 6 replies)

Local radio stations
Driving home from Canterbury yesterday evening gave me yet another opportunity to sample the delights that rural radio stations have to offer. Dear god...

"And dwat was the 1987 hid from D'Pau, widh China in Your Hand. Nod a lod of people know dwad da name of dwe band D'Pau is acdually daken from an episode of Sdwar Drek"

Smashey and Nicey live.

I've nothing against T'Pau or for that matter Carol Dekker, whom I'd very much liked to have had something against during my early teens. What does irritate me is the utter dross that these faux cheerful DJs seem to waffle on about all day long. Then there's the day time phone in, this one I actually heard a few years back.

"This is SGR Ipswich FM [cue jingle *Essss Geeee Arrrr Efff Emmmm....*] and your chance to talk about the issues in Suffolk today. First caller is Zachary from Bury St Edmunds, on this afternoon's special phone in subject, 'What do you think those solar panels on poles by the side of the road are for'. Go ahead Zachary"

"Oooo, well I thunk they're chargin' summat. Like baa'ries or summat"

I kid you not, a whole swathe of middle England's factories and housewives are paying for the electricity to listen to bollocks like this excuse for cutting edge radio phone in programming.

I recall the summer of 1999 being out in the car with a knackered tape player. I tuned in to Radio 1, which was playing Fat Boy Slim and Right Here, Right Now. The next five local stations I tuned into were all playing the same track at the same time. Except the last (Colchester's very own Dream 100 FM) which was playing Something In the Air Tonight.

Five out of six radio stations all playing the same track. You'd think someone would have checked? Fair play to Dream 100 for bucking the trend, although last time I was in the area Dream 100's entire catalogue of airplay seems to be Phil Collins. Unless of course, you're lucky enough to tune in during Bryan Adams Day.

It's that unmistakeable beigeness of middle of the road music which dates from anywhere in between 1985 and 2005 and usually ends up being recycled over and over as soon as they've bored playing their favourite top twenty track of the week for the eighteenth time today. It really is like being force fed porridge through your ears.

Followed by shit adverts and jingles, smarmy DJs and yet more jingles...
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 7 May 2008, 0:58, 2 replies)

everyone agrees
that the most irritating thing in the world is when the cocking hand rail on escalators goes slower than the rest of it.

and also what really, really fucking gets me is when pissed people try and talk to me. they usually are trying to be funny and make some offensive comment that is okay because they are only taking the piss innit. if i wanted to fucking talk to them i would... well, i wouldn't. so why don't they fuck off? oh and they are always really scary looking too, so you have to make some kind of positive reply otherwise they will give you a shoeing. i know i am a lanky, speccy goon, but seriously.

but my number one irritation (which pretty much everyone, including/especially me, is guilty of) is people not looking at both sides of a situation. it's hard to blame someone for not taking the time to think 'what if it were me', but it's still annoying. having worked in a call centre, more exactly on the complaints and technical team, i can say as a fact that being nice to the customer service people WILL get you further, and being horrible WILL make them hate you. and also if they say 'that just isn't possible', they are not shitting you. unless you have already been a twat during that call.

thanks, cartharsis and all that.
( Soggy, Wed 7 May 2008, 0:55, 1 reply)

Escalators on the Underground
Stand on the right. There's a fucking sign. STAND ON THE FUCKING RIGHT.

And while I'm here, my goat is acquired by people also stopping at the top of the escalator and THEN searching for their ticket in a handbag or something, and then stopping on the other side of the barrier to put it away again. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY.
(meat2veg hello!, Wed 7 May 2008, 0:48, 3 replies)

Rugby jokes.
I'm a rugby fan. I much, much prefer it to that overblown arse of a game that is football. As such, I invariably get accused of being a homo. Why? Because during a scrum, the second line players reach through the legs of the players in front and grab their jerseys to help keep them upright. According to these (usually football fan) wags, that means that I like to bend over, pull down my pants and admit several inches of pulsating man-truncheon into my puckered ring knot.

Does anybody bother looking at the types of men who actually play these sports? Rugby players are broad, strong, of generally sensible barnets, sport cauliflower ears, a pronounced lack of teeth and are generally the type of man you very definitely wouldn't want to piss in the pint of.

Football players, on the other hand, are usually a set of utter fairies. Admittedly I probably would receive a fair-sized kicking from some of the British players, but I'm pretty certain that even I could send Ronaldo running home in fits of tears to his mum even whilst he begged me not to mess up his hair.

Ooo, it makes me cross.
( Kroney, Wed 7 May 2008, 0:04, 4 replies)

People who complain
You know who you are.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Wed 7 May 2008, 0:00, Reply)

Got another one, sorry.
Djs and presenters who say "a bit of".

"A bit of Elton John there."

What, just his head singing away, was it? Or his musical pancreas? Announce it properly you lazy bastard!
( milkybarnick is calming down Boris on, Tue 6 May 2008, 23:59, 2 replies)

'I'm not being funny - but...'
The hurrendous ear-rape sentence:

'I'm no being funny - but...'

Correct. You are not funny. You are in fact announcing you are about to say something judgemental and bitchy. You dumbass.



> can actually make me grab my left arm and keel over <
(Beejster, Tue 6 May 2008, 23:49, Reply)

Football
Why?

Seriously. I mean what is the point?

I wouldn't mind if it were some sort of minority sport, but what really, really fucks me off no end is the amount of media coverage devoted to it. The football season is going to be finished in a couple of weeks, but there is some cunting tournament of some importance which will mean the press bang on about nothing else for weeks and weeks. Honestly, even the broadsheets are full of gurning pretty boys regurgitating phlegm on a field for ninety minutes. Gordon can be legislating away even more of our civil liberties and disposable income, but given the choice of front (and back) page story it'll be football every single time.

Want further evidence of how crap football is?

Racism

England cannot play a game of football with Germany without a reference to the Waffen SS in at least one of the tabloids. You'd think that we'd got over the whole War thing by now, given that the Germans are always unfailingly polite and complimentary towards us. Yet each and every time someone throws a ball at an Englishman and a German it shows us up at our very worst. During World Cup week/fortnight/month/etc I'm ashamed to be English whenever I see some shirtless fat cunt with a red and white face shouting "Wuuuuuuuuuurgh!" on the TV.

War

Two latin American nations actually went to war in the late 1960s because of a game of football. Says it all really, although over here it's an excuse for a punch up whenever Sunderland/Newcastle, Celtic/Rangers, City/United play each other. For fucks sake boys, it's only a game innit? It's not Escape to Victory.

Gazza

It's hard to believe he's just turned forty and that he still has more talent in his toenail than my flailing body will ever have when playing five a side. He could so easily have been the working class hero, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks struggling to contain his inner hooligan... But instead he turns up following world cup '90 on the top of a double decker bus, pissed and wearing rubber tits during a parade through London in his honour before going on to release "Fog on the Tyne".

Phlegm

The given cue that a man is about to relieve himself of some mucus obstruction is the telltale sleight of the hand toward the nose. Does the camera pan away to save the public from the spectacle? Hell no! Zoom right in to the this high velocity grolly being shot out of a nostril.

Puts me right off my soup dontcha know?

Posh Spice

The tone-deaf, zit infested clothes hanger would be making a living parading special offers in supermarkets instead of clinging on to the arm of someone infinitely more talented and probably more tuneful than she is.

I once read a letter in the Daily Mirror insupport of Victoria Beckham which went along the lines of "She doesn't deserve all the media criticism, she's got so much poise". So has my bedside table lamp.

I do wish she'd fuck off large.

Television
Every two cunting years I know that all my television will spout forth during the height of summer is endless football. Football, football, football. For hours. At least Wimbledon has the decency to be over and done with after a fortnight.

Merchandise
Nothing goes with rampant BO like an England jersey. Don't get me started on those stupid cunting flags which people hang out of their windows during football tournaments.

Songs and inside sick humour
Do I give a shit where Ashley Cole puts his phone? No. Likewise troglodytes I've been unfortunate enough to work with/for wonder why I fail to split my sides when the punchline is "they were all in a hotel room screwing some bird!".

Official songs
This has to be the worst. John Barnes and 'Anfield Rap' would be enough to win a custodial sentence in most civilised nations. However, even that god-awful scouse travesty pales into insignificance whenever Tottenham are in with a shout of anything, for some cunt rolls out Chaz 'n Dave, a cock-er-knee anachronism which should never have escaped the Herman Goering East End renewal scheme. Then we have whatever bollocks the FA decide is the 'official' England song.

Although World in Motion was quite good.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Tue 6 May 2008, 23:37, 10 replies)

People who say 'see', instead of 'saw'.
My pet peeve, is people who say 'see', instead of 'saw'.

For example, someone may ask me if I have seen a friend recently, lets call him Dave.

I will reply "Yes! I saw him the other day", or some such statement.

However, I frequently hear people spouting:
"Yeah, I see him the other day, I see him up Bluewater" etc etc.

It's very simple, and very petty, but it REALLY grinds my gears.
( WeakLemonDrink, Tue 6 May 2008, 23:21, 3 replies)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagrh
The word "Gift"...

IS NOT A CUNTING VERB.

You can't gift something. You just can't. And you most definitely CANNOT re-gift it. What the FUCK is wrong with the word "give"?

I will personally hunt down and saw off the arms of the next person I hear say this.

*chunters*
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Tue 6 May 2008, 23:09, 3 replies)

everything
i have quite alot of pet peeves so here we go

1. people who eat with their mouths open, i DONT NEED TO HEAR NOR DO I NEED TO SEE WHATS GOING ON IN YOUR MOUTH!!!!!

2. i work in a shop and people who pick things up to look at and just throw on the floor for me to pick up because "its my job" how about i do that in your house!?!

3. i also pierce ears where i work and to all of you people who think its ok to verbually abuse me because i cant let them take their grandkids in to get holes in their ears go curl up in a ball and die!!!!!!!

4. neds who walk around with music playing aloud on their phones i dont want to listen to your crappy music ever heard of real instruments???

5. people who hand you over sweaty rolled up noted thats just wrong

6.mothers who bring their children in to my shop and expect me to discipline their children for them i.e u better put that back or the lady will shout at you!

7. my mum putting the emphases on the wrong syllable it drives me crazy its homebase not homeBASE

well this is my first ever post and im quite chuffed its so short as i could have came up with alot more.
(rocknrolltemptress, Tue 6 May 2008, 23:09, 3 replies)