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I don't like it when someone serving you in a shop hands you your change, then puts a note/receipt on top of your coins.

 

With you on that.  It's really awkward.  Coins go in my pocket, notes in my wallet, receipt in the bag.  To be honest they should give me notes in one hand, coins in the other and wait to give me the receipt until after I've sorted all the change out.  If they thrust everything into one hand then I usually take a really long time to sort everything out and everyone in the queue behind gets annoyed for having to wait a bit longer.  But they all know it's the cashiers fault.  And that I'm a badass.

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With you on that.  It's really awkward.  Coins go in my pocket, notes in my wallet, receipt in the bag.  To be honest they should give me notes in one hand, coins in the other and wait to give me the receipt until after I've sorted all the change out.  If they thrust everything into one hand then I usually take a really long time to sort everything out and everyone in the queue behind gets annoyed for having to wait a bit longer.  But they all know it's the cashiers fault.  And that I'm a badass.

Fuck that. Grab the cash and get the fuck out my way. Go tidy your purse outside.

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When someone sits behind the wheel of a car, what is it that turns them into a sociopathic lunatic?

 

The street I live in is narrow. Jam packed with parked cars, and enough room for one lane of traffic, so if a courier has to make a delivery, they have to stop in the middle of the road, and hold up one or two people. 9 times out of 10, the drivers sit and wait patiently, like human beings. Not last night though. Some unhinged tosser in a jeep sitting  behind a van making a delivery. Jeepcunt presses on the horn, literally just resting his hand on it. One continuous honk like a fucking bomb-siren, right outside my living room window. The delivery lady is visibly returning to the van, and he is still honking. She is climbing into the van and starting the van, and he is still honking. She starts to drive away, and Jeepcunt is still honking, replacing the honk drone to shot stabs on the horn now. Her vehicle is in motion. What more do you want? He is jabbing at the horn further still.

 

It's definitely a motorist thing. If someone was temporarily obstructing you in a doorway because they were lifting something heavy, you would stand and wait. Heaven forbid, you might even HELP them. You wouldn't give them a mouthful of expletives or give them a long, droning scream until they moved. You'd probably get your head caved in on the spot, for being a cunt. But put someone in a car, and it's fair game. The roads are a battlefield and it's you versus the world.

 

All this happened right outside my window, so disturbing me from my day off work in my pants watching internet porn cartoons. Probably disturbing lots of other people who live on the street too. Don't be a cunt.

 

The woman in the van should have dragged him out of the car and put his head through the pavement, for being a cunt.

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IKEA

 

I'm never shopping there again. Bought a bed 2 weeks ago (amongst a heap of other things). They didn't have it in stock so needed to deliver it. Set up a delivery time slot for the following saturday. They gave me the ridiculously wide range of 9am - 9pm but fair enough. So the next saturday comes around and I'm stuck in the house all day. Gets to about 6pm so I figured I should call in and check what's happening. Speak to 4 people over the course of about 2 hours on the phone... nobody can tell me where my delivery is. FInally speak to some manager who lets me know that nae cunt even logged the delivery and i'm nae getting ma bed that day.

 

Pissed off but not the end of the world. Unfortunately nae cunt could even tell me when I'd get the thing. Several back and forths with customer service, getting attitude here and there, talking to a couple of dunces, getting put on hold, call dropping, etc. Finally get through to a duty manager at the actual store where I bought the thing. He takes my case up and makes sure the bed was delivered yesterday. Luckily a friend is lodging with us so we had someone in when it came. Ace... we got our bed and it's only two weeks late. 

 

We go to assemble the thing this morning, flip the box over and there's two massive puncture holes obviously made by a forklift truck. Cue a 2 hour conversation with various numbskulls in customer service, being told to stay in the house again all day so someone can come pick it up.

 

Long story short long... I dropped over 1000 quid at the place 2 weeks ago and i'm still sleeping on the floor. An extremely stiff letter of complaint is headed their way. I just want this piece of shit out my house and my money back. Fuck you IKEA!

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There's loads of things annoy me about my office. The woman with the annoying loud ring on her phone, who listens to music at her desk during her lunch break ON SPEAKERS. The bosses who think they're too important to clean up after themselves in the kitchen. The people who think standing at the counter in the kitchen is the best place to have an informal meeting, when people around them are trying to get around them to make tea and get into the fridge. The fucking stuffed tiger that sings "Don't Worry Be Happy". The most annoying thing is the air conditioning though. It's a constant battle. It's fine until about mid-morning, then it starts to get a wee bit warm in the office and that's when it all goes to hell. Instead of just turning it down a degree or two some menopausal twat will invariably screech  "Oh my god it's so warm!" and screw the thing down to it's lowest temperature with the cooling fans on full blast, so it's like the fucking Arctic Circle. About ten minutes later everyone is shivering and putting jumpers on, so someone steps up to the control to raise the temperature a bit, and fucking does the exact opposite. Back up to the hottest temperature, fans blowing hot air until you're so hot you can feel the sweat dribbling down your back. Ten minutes of this and someone's back up at the control and you're back in the arctic. Just change the thing a degree or two for fuck's sake! Why are people in offices a dickhead?

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Flying.

Not a huge fan. Not so much the 'oh shit, we're in a tin can in the sky' fear but more an irrational anxiety about being couped up for hours. I always get stressed out the week leading up to a flight. Still... I'll be in 30+ degree weather in a few hours so its not all bad.

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