Things or people that annoy you

[Andy_R]

It depends on who it is though, doesn't it??

If it's Holly Willoughbooby, I'd have to agree there MDB

 

[Mad Doug Biker]

Just make sure you are in the aisle where the butter is....

 

[gbb]

People at the car boot.
Mums wandering aimlessly, blocking the aisles with buggies.
People walking two or three abreast, blocking my progress.
People stood still in the most awkward places, blocking my progress.
People who insist walking round with their bikes, blocking my, and everyone elses progress.
Kids scooting round like aimless bees.

Then i remember, its a Sunday morning, its sunny, everyones relaxed and enjoying themselves...except me. Then i relax and cut some slack. All of a sudden, its not so bad.

 

[PaulB]

A certain type of your old woman ahead of you at the till in a supermarket. They have packed their purchases but never prepare any means of payment. Speed, essential to me, is inconsequential to them. They act surprised when the question of actually paying for the goods is brought up. They haven't prepared themselves with means of payment ready to proffer, oh no. They begin finding the handbag, rooting through it to find the purse, extract the purse, give the most vital element of the transaction to the till girl (the loyalty card, obviously) and once credited with loyalty points, they can then produce the cash/debit/credit* card and remove several minutes, which I'll never get back, from the finite span of life I will spend on this planet!!!!

* Delete where applicable.

 

[Arch]

It's odd, I never seem to be behind these mythical old ladies dithering over their purses.

Or maybe I'm just more relaxed and don't notice.

 

[summerdays]

It's odd, I never seem to be behind these mythical old ladies dithering over their purses.

Or maybe I'm just more relaxed and don't notice one of them .

I usually get my purse (which might involve a long protracted search and even occasionally getting out every pump, spare clothing, lunch box etc on the floor) but could go off day dreaming instead!

 

[Arch]

Arch said: ↑

It's odd, I never seem to be behind these mythical old ladies dithering over their purses.

Or maybe I'm just more relaxed and don't notice one of them .​

 

[deptfordmarmoset]

A certain type of your old woman ahead of you at the till in a supermarket. They have packed their purchases but never prepare any means of payment. Speed, essential to me, is inconsequential to them. They act surprised when the question of actually paying for the goods is brought up. They haven't prepared themselves with means of payment ready to proffer, oh no. They begin finding the handbag, rooting through it to find the purse, extract the purse, give the most vital element of the transaction to the till girl (the loyalty card, obviously) and once credited with loyalty points, they can then produce the cash/debit/credit* card and remove several minutes, which I'll never get back, from the finite span of life I will spend on this planet!!!!

* Delete where applicable.

This always gets me. I shop because I have to not because I've nothing better to do. Serial multitasking....

 

[compo]

School holidays.
We have to go for our weekly shop tomorrow and as usual the supermarket will be full of nasty little demanding brats screeching because they cannot get their own way, and worse their ineffectual mothers who allow it to go on.
Children are like farts. Your own are OK but other people's are awful.

 

[Arch]

Well, I hope all you thrusting busy young things never find yourself old and being tutted at from behind.

Really, honestly, chill out a bit. A few moments really doesn't make much difference. You're as bad as drivers getting impatient at being behind a cyclist who might be a bit tired after a heavy day at work and who is pootling along, and it's too narrow to overtake.

 

[Crackle]

I usually get my purse (which might involve a long protracted search and even occasionally getting out every pump, spare clothing, lunch box etc on the floor) but could go off day dreaming instead!

You're lucky, some people even forget to take their wallet with them and then everyone has to wait while the supervisor's called and a special chit printed out before being wheeled off to customer services where the trolley is minded while said plonker dashes back home for his wallet. One bloke I know has done this several times

 

[PaulB]

Well, I hope all you thrusting busy young things never find yourself old and being tutted at from behind.

Really, honestly, chill out a bit. A few moments really doesn't make much difference. You're as bad as drivers getting impatient at being behind a cyclist who might be a bit tired after a heavy day at work and who is pootling along, and it's too narrow to overtake.

You're right Arch. This is a situation where people are working to a different time imperative. Some of us shop as an imposition and want to get in, purchase the essentials and out as quickly as we can but some of us are in no rush at all. I try to see things from other's perspectives but maybe there should be a fast lane for the thrusting or busy young ones and a slow lane for those who want a bit of a chat to the till operative. Everyone should try and understand why this situation has occurred but since the younger, dynamic ones have yet to be old and cannot understand the funereal pace of the transaction, how is it that the older ones, who were once young and dynamic themselves, can't think back to how they once were and go, 'no, I insist. You go first with your £134 worth of goods, I'll wait here with my People's Friend and packet of Werther's Originals'?

 

[ColinJ]

I'll bet it's those ones who after standing in the queue and having had all their things scanned
and are then told the total, they then finally decide to start rummaging for their wallet/purse.

Even worse - a person like me someone who knows that his/her wallet is in their jacket pocket and so gets on with loading up their huge rucksack with beer, chocolate and other goodies only to discover that the wallet is actually at the bottom of the bag, now underneath a pile of shopping which then needs to be unpacked to access it!

 

[Mad Doug Biker]

It's odd, I never seem to be behind these mythical old ladies dithering over their purses.

I have, and missed a train once because of it. To make matters worse, the bint woman and the checkout girl proceeded to have a conversation about... oh I don't know... the colour of the sky or something equally inconsequential.

And if I had said something against all of this, it would have been my fault!!

These days, thankfully, it would have been the fast lane for me, but those can be just as bad at times!


Oh and DON'T even get me started on these Gourranga people.

*Said in a dreamy hippyish way*

'Why is everyone in such a hurry these days?'

Because we have jobs/college/appointments to get to! Oh yes, and because I got stuck behind some daft woman at the supermarket checkout and missed my train! And no, I DON'T want one of your books, now leave me alone you soap dodging freak!

 

[potsy]

A certain type of your old woman ahead of you at the till in a supermarket. They have packed their purchases but never prepare any means of payment. Speed, essential to me, is inconsequential to them. They act surprised when the question of actually paying for the goods is brought up. They haven't prepared themselves with means of payment ready to proffer, oh no. They begin finding the handbag, rooting through it to find the purse, extract the purse, give the most vital element of the transaction to the till girl (the loyalty card, obviously) and once credited with loyalty points, they can then produce the cash/debit/credit* card and remove several minutes, which I'll never get back, from the finite span of life I will spend on this planet!!!!

* Delete where applicable.

I had one in front of me the other week who handed in a load of voucher/coupons etc, then realised she had left her loyalty card in the car so went to get it, despite there being a decent sized queue
She must have parked at the far end of the car park too, the time it took