A good walk spoiled...
Poor pavement etiquette - idiots who walk three abreast on a pavement only wide enough for three breasts, er, people, should accept that I will merrily shoulder-barge my way through them rather than step onto the road.

This pointless and aggressive reaction also applies to socially-inept twunts who ignore the request to 'allow passengers off the train first, please'.

Most of the people I do this to apologise to me. It's bad enough that they bring out my stroppy belligerence without whimpering an apology. Tards.
( thealternativefact, Fri 2 May 2008, 15:34, 2 replies)

Keep on bargin'
Also fair game are the twunts who get on the train / tube and stand right by the door rather than moving down... hence blocking the way for other people to get on.

In such instances a tensed shoulder and the application of force is the only way forward.

I am generally a very, very angry man on the tube.
(Mean Mad Mutski, Fri 2 May 2008, 15:52, closed)

It's worldwide I'm afraid.
Where my train drops me off in the morning for work a bunch of affluent cock-heads try to get on before their trip to New York. Of course they are by far more important than me and thus leave a small "channel" for the people on the train to get off, about 1 person wide. I deliberately walk alongside someone else and use my heft to part the seas as it were. I do get the occasional "harumph" to which I sometimes reply "then get out of the way"

One of my friends has a pet peeve about roller bladers on the pavement. One morning we were walking up one of the avenues in NYC when a twat and his twattette were blading up the sidewalk. My friend said "Hold my coffee" and he adopted a rugby stance. He's built like the proverbial brick shithouse and when the male rollerblader contact him, he didn't move. the blader spun around and almost fell. It was quite funny to see. His bladette was not that impressed.

It's the little things in life.
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Fri 2 May 2008, 18:00, closed)