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Public Displays of Affection: I hate them. I'm all for being all lovey dovey in the privacy of your own home, but...
Today, I popped into M&S to buy some odds and sods, and as I approach the meat aisle, I'm exposed to a couple akin to my age, snogging, with full tongue action in front of the raw chicken. Nice. Classy. Should be fucking banned. And I don't mean the raw chicken.
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![]() You expect that sort of carry-on in Asda or Iceland, not M & bloody S! |
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Spoilsport.
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My job. It needs a rant. My stockroom is packed with delivery that my useless collegue couldn't be assed to put away yesterday despite having 3 hours with nothing to do. Some stupid bitch asked me for a size 5. I scrambled over several boxes, bashed my head, scraped my hip, and had to move a whopping great ladder down an aisle that's too small to fit it in to get her these bloody size 5's. I get out and she goes "Oh well they won't fit, they're too small". She didn't even try them on. She just had it in her head they wouldn't fit. So I then had to repeat the above process to get her a size 6 and a size 7. In the end, the 5's were fine, and I now have epic bruises all over me. She then wanted a new pair of 5's because the ones she eventually tried on had the tiniest ever dot on the back of the heel. I was fuming. And the whole time I had to be polite and plaster a twatty great smile on my face. And when I got back to her with the shoes in the box she says "Well done dear" and goes to pay. I can honestly say I wanted to stab the shoes through her eyeball and get all the children that were slobbering over the mirrors and leaving scabby gob marks to dance on her face.
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Stands up. Applauds loudly and bows to your awesomeness.
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One more baby rant. I was 20 minutes too late to send my pic in for the total film cover event. 20 minutes. All because when I got home from work, I took a nap and then had to change the batteries in the camera and my computer wouldn't accept the stupid memory card.
Computers are rubbish if they don't do what I tell them. |
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Horse Riders on the Road.
F*UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has always been a hatred of mine, but yesterday it got as bad as it has ever done or will ever do. It was raining yesterday, alot, and at about 5.30 I was leaving to go home from work, the rain at this point was horrendous, as it had been all day, and what do i see as i leave work? A massive traffic jam caused by some f*cking d!cks on their stupid horses, one of which was a young person who was being led, the horse was barely under control and kept going up on the pavement, any complaints from pedestrians were met with looks of distain from the snooy c*nt riding the lead horse. When they approached where I was stood (under an awning as there was no point getting into my car yet) I must of been making some sort of face as the snooty c*nt looked at me and said "What?" I replied that it was daft to be riding a horse in this weather with an inexperienced rider at rush hour, the c*nt then replied that they had just as much right to use the road as car drivers. This is a point I take contention with, same goes for Cyclists that dont get over, I pay road tax to drive my car on the road, Horse riders dont, so why the f*ck should we be put out for their benefit? I said this in a round-abouts way to this woman who had no reply and simply trotted on as the amount of people beeping and getting angry was doubling by the second. I cant get my head around it I really cant, this happened yesterday and despite it being many hours ago typing this is p!ssing me off no end.
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Totally agree dude and I like horses. What I hate are cyclists who ignore traffic by weaving in and out, undertaking on blind sides, ignoring traffic lights and thinking they have total right of way everywhere.Wankers.
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You forgot riding two, three and I have witnessed, four abreast. Takes the bloody p!ss.
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You think its bad driving a car, try being a pedestrian!
As a child, I lived near a canal walk. There was barely room for three people (my mum with 2 small children) to walk down there side by side and she always taught us to move across for other pedestrians, but cyclists constantly cycled down the veyr centre and there were times when either my sister or I nearly ended up in the canal trying to move. It was as if they were aiming at us. Cyclists still do this to me on the pavement and I get annoyed as they should be on the road, obeying traffic lights, like I used to on my bike. But no. They cycle on the pavement forcing me to move into the road so they can get by. Same goes for mothers with prams. They seem to think that it's acceptable to force me into a busy road so they can pass by two abreast, and when they decide to congregate in groups, with huge prams and loads of kids, and I have to walk in the middle of the road with car horns screeching at me so I can get past. Then again, I generally seem to be invisible on the pavement, as other pedestrians will walk uber slow (the bain of my existance, as they weave about everytime you try and overtake because unlike them you have somewhere to be) or they will force me into the road, or worse, just barge right into me. I can't count the times all my bags and stuff for work have gone flying because they've shoved into me. And today, like most wet days, I was deliberatly splashed by a car. Again. Cars, buses, lorries, anything that drives sees me, and the driver does a little smirk, then swerves through a puddle. I end up soaked then for the rest of the day at work, and on the way home, I get it again and have to change when I get home and have double the washing to do. Generally, the whole fecking human race pisses me off. Here's another that annoys me; I like to go to zoos with my other half. We like to look at the animals, as we have paid to go and see them. And what happens? Hundreds of mothers and fathers insist on pushing me out of the way so their kids can get to the front. They're constantly in my videos and photos blocking the action I'm trying to film, and then the worst thing is, most of these kids of around 9-11 are taller than me! I don't mind letting the odd 5 year old through to see something but I take umbridge at having to shift for some hulking great 5 ft 5 11 year old with an ice cream who doesnt give a shit whether they are looking at an ocelot, a leopard, or a giant pile of steaming turds. They don't want to be there so let me the f*ck in to see! |
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