MK Shrimper
Striker
Yep. Day before a close friend's wedding in Great Yarmouth that half the guests are now going to have great trouble getting to. Top stuff. *****.
Not any more ESB, strike off for now.
Yep. Day before a close friend's wedding in Great Yarmouth that half the guests are now going to have great trouble getting to. Top stuff. *****.
Not any more ESB, strike off for now.
Train strike means I work from home.
Work from home means I get two hours longer in bed.
I wish these selfish *******s would grow a pair.
Almost as bad as the old pensioners who go shopping during the busy periods and then want to jump the queue as they only have a few items. Sod off and go shopping midweek it's not as if they have anything else to do apart from going to bingo and watching Phillip Schofield on the television.Someone taking the **** at the '10 items or fewer' checkout by simply paying for 30-odd items in three separate tranches. Cashier let her to be fair, but still...
Almost as bad as the old pensioners who go shopping during the busy periods and then want to jump the queue as they only have a few items. Sod off and go shopping midweek it's not as if they have anything else to do apart from going to bingo and watching Phillip Schofield on the television.
I had this the other day. Went into the butchers, old guy followed me in. Get to the front of the queue and the old man starts chatting to the butcher and putting his order in. I said 'excuse me, I was next' and he did the whole patronising spiel. He didn't know, he'll just be a min etc. So rude, he knew exactly what he was doing.Almost as bad as the old pensioners who go shopping during the busy periods and then want to jump the queue as they only have a few items. Sod off and go shopping midweek it's not as if they have anything else to do apart from going to bingo and watching Phillip Schofield on the television.
I had this the other day. Went into the butchers, old guy followed me in. Get to the front of the queue and the old man starts chatting to the butcher and putting his order in. I said 'excuse me, I was next' and he did the whole patronising spiel. He didn't know, he'll just be a min etc. So rude, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Almost as bad as the old pensioners who go shopping during the busy periods and then want to jump the queue as they only have a few items. Sod off and go shopping midweek it's not as if they have anything else to do apart from going to bingo and watching Phillip Schofield on the television.
I had this the other day. Went into the butchers, old guy followed me in. Get to the front of the queue and the old man starts chatting to the butcher and putting his order in. I said 'excuse me, I was next' and he did the whole patronising spiel. He didn't know, he'll just be a min etc. So rude, he knew exactly what he was doing.
I was waiting in a queue at hospital for a cortisone injection in my elbow. The consultant was running very late, and I knew I was next in line. For about 10 minutes I could hear an old woman trying to persuade the receptionist to allow her to go next. This woman thought she was keeping her voice down, but was actually quite loud. She was playing the "I'm old and can't sit in those chairs" card.
To her credit the receptionist wouldn't budge and the woman gave up, but I was primed and ready to get involved should she have done so.
I was waiting in a queue at hospital for a cortisone injection in my elbow. The consultant was running very late, and I knew I was next in line. For about 10 minutes I could hear an old woman trying to persuade the receptionist to allow her to go next. This woman thought she was keeping her voice down, but was actually quite loud. She was playing the "I'm old and can't sit in those chairs" card.
To her credit the receptionist wouldn't budge and the woman gave up, but I was primed and ready to get involved should she have done so.
Some **** riding his bicycle on the pavement, one handed, finishing his can of drink and then throwing it in a hedge.
Hope he crashed shortly thereafter.
Cycling on pavements seems to be becoming increasingly common in London at the moment. I was running home from work along the Old Kent Road on Tuesday and turned a corner only to come within an inch of being mown down by two weapons tearing down the pavement.
Someone taking the **** at the '10 items or fewer' checkout by simply paying for 30-odd items in three separate tranches. Cashier let her to be fair, but still...