Just got back from a long 12 hour shift and spent 15 minutes queuing in the bank because they only had two sodding tellers working. Then went to the supermarket and waited for ages because all the self service machines were down and again hardly any ruddy pay desks were open. aaaaggggggggggh!!!!! Don't know if it's age but I don't seem to have patience any more and don't want to wait for things. Becoming an angry old git! Got me thinking what really winds you up or pisses you off?
Had a shock one day last week, at Lidls, only two customers queing and three tills open, never known the like, I dutifully queued behind the shopper with the most purchases so that I didn't feel out of place!
The list of what pisses me off would take you a week to read but top of it would be people who say "We are all in this together" when you and I know we are definitely not all in this together.
Petrol stations where you have a queue out of the door waiting to pay,thus causing a bloody great queue at the pumps,and one person working on the till,while the other till is unmanned as the other assistant is poncing around restocking the shelves in the fridge. Morrisons at Totton is brilliant for this,really winds me up.
Occasionally, it works like that. Of all the supermarkets, Lidl is the one a dislike least because of the lack of cacophony. There are no echoing STAFF ANNOUNCEMENTS..! No WAILING and SCREAMING children. No plasma screens advertising products to me that I don't want, and inflating the already higher than necessary prices because some of the budget went into buying them so they can annoy the hell out of me. There is no artificial bread smell trying to beguile me, but best of all, it's fairly quiet, with just the rustle of conversation amongst customers. Aldi are OK too, to be fair. British supermarkets do so many things to piddle me off. For example, when I lived in Kent, I couldn't buy a sodding British apple because they weren't/aren't big enough or perfectly shaped like selected French, Italian, New Zealand or US ones. No, but they taste a bloody sight better, which is actually the important bit..! Luckily, I could get plenty of varieties direct from the orchards and farms. But I can't now that I live in Hampshire..! The ridiculous thing is, I can get them in Lidl and they aren't hidden away. The other day I offered to pop into Tesco for a neighbour, who'd forgotten their last bit of shopping. Jeez, that's the last time. I was prepared for it to be bad, but I came out of there steaming. No more. Absolutely never again. EDIT: In praise of the occasional off-topic subject - I've just watched the Olympic Special Absolutely Fabulous. Jennifer Saunders was born to write that show. It's still really funny.
Mine is slightly linked to this. I really annoys me when you pull up to a petrol station and there are no free pumps (it happens, which is fine) so you sit behind a car whose owner is in the shop. So you sit and wait. And wait some more. And then someone pulls in behind you. And the pumps clear on either side but the people behind you get in first coz you can't move. And then the person finally comes back from paying for his/her petrol. And their milk. And their weekly magazines. And some sweets for the kids. And some food in case they get hungry on the journey home. And some flowers for their granny. And finally (after grumbling to yourself and getting more and more pissed off) they get in their car. You creep forward, expecting them to drive off. But no. They realise they need something out of the boot. And then they start the car. And then they put their shopping in the passenger foot-well. And then they make sure their mirrors are aligned. And then they put their belt on. And then they creep off at 0.1 mile per hour, letting everyone else go first before vacating the space and three days after your drove into the garage, you can get your petrol.
Actually, I blame the petrol station design entirely. Ideally, a person should pay for their fuel, come out of the station, move the car off the pump area and then return to the shop if they want. Some petrol stations offer far too much in the way of goodies, being mini-supermarkets, and so tempting people. The solution is never to use them, and only go to stations that primarily do fuel and little else. It may be a problem for the principled, but Shell stations are largely fuel only, and generally the cheapest in Southampton.
People who strut around naked in the changing room at the gym without making the slightest effort to cover themselves it's like "FFS, we don't want to see your equipment!"
When people drive 30 mph on a 60 road and you sit behind them knowing they are going to take every turn you need too. The same people who drive slow, also then speed up at traffic lights as it's about to turn red, so you get stuck. When my girlfriend asks me what her shoes look like with her outfit and I say great, so she puts another 50 pairs on and continues the same process only to wear the original ones. (mainly while I watch footie) this also applies to clothes shopping.
Who the bloody hell do they think they are? I end up putting my pants on in the shower so nobody sees
