Gary Hart's Stalker
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People who use the self-service check-out at a supermarket when they don't have a f*cking clue how to use it.
It is ALWAYS some stupid fat bint who clearly uses words like "holibobs" and thinks dealyboppers are the height of hilarity. She'll trundle her full f*cking trolley up to the self service checkout. The first item out is without fail a copy of Heat or Okay magazine. She won't know how to scan it so she'll just flair her arm around in front of the scanner like an octopus in a washing machine until finally it scans.
She'll struggle through the next 2815 items in her basket as I slowly realise that it would have been much quicker for me to join the 10 person long queue at the normal checkout then wait behind this monstrous c*nt.
Then at the bottom of her trolley will be one loose piece of fruit, that doesn't have a barcode. She'll spend the rest of the week trying to find the barcode before staring blankly in the direction of somebody who works there, waiting for them to notice her and come to help instead of pressing the assistance button. Finally she'll be shown how to input the item and you can start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Nope. Her Fat, Ugly, Stupid kid will now have to scan an item themselves and despite there now being a queue slightly longer than the Great Wall of China she'll stand there beaming at her moronic offspring trying and failing to scan a Kinder Surprise.
Once this is done all you have left to worry about is how long will it take for her to read "how many bags would you like?" before imputing her answer. It should be simple but I've genuinely been stuck behind people who can't figure it out. They type in "2" then stare blankly at the screen, press cancel and then type in "2" again. PRESS OKAY YOU F*CKING RETARD.
And after all of that, and after she's read her recipt at the checkout, and after she's counted her change and double checked it's enough she finally moves on and I can buy my bottle of water and pack of chewing gum.
People who use the self-service check-out at a supermarket when they don't have a f*cking clue how to use it.
It is ALWAYS some stupid fat bint who clearly uses words like "holibobs" and thinks dealyboppers are the height of hilarity. She'll trundle her full f*cking trolley up to the self service checkout. The first item out is without fail a copy of Heat or Okay magazine. She won't know how to scan it so she'll just flair her arm around in front of the scanner like an octopus in a washing machine until finally it scans.
She'll struggle through the next 2815 items in her basket as I slowly realise that it would have been much quicker for me to join the 10 person long queue at the normal checkout then wait behind this monstrous c*nt.
Then at the bottom of her trolley will be one loose piece of fruit, that doesn't have a barcode. She'll spend the rest of the week trying to find the barcode before staring blankly in the direction of somebody who works there, waiting for them to notice her and come to help instead of pressing the assistance button. Finally she'll be shown how to input the item and you can start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Nope. Her Fat, Ugly, Stupid kid will now have to scan an item themselves and despite there now being a queue slightly longer than the Great Wall of China she'll stand there beaming at her moronic offspring trying and failing to scan a Kinder Surprise.
Once this is done all you have left to worry about is how long will it take for her to read "how many bags would you like?" before imputing her answer. It should be simple but I've genuinely been stuck behind people who can't figure it out. They type in "2" then stare blankly at the screen, press cancel and then type in "2" again. PRESS OKAY YOU F*CKING RETARD.
And after all of that, and after she's read her recipt at the checkout, and after she's counted her change and double checked it's enough she finally moves on and I can buy my bottle of water and pack of chewing gum.
Droplets of others pee on the toilet seat when needing a pooh!
Paper on the seat for a number two if it's a public toilet.
This could be a thread of its own...
I'm just a plain sit down and get on with it type of guy, havnt got time to place paper on seat!
People each having to ring the bells on buses when getting off. Seems to happen most on student buses. The bus is only going to stop once, often there is a 'bus stopping' light for those with headphones and yet people still ring the bell even as the bus is slowing down for the stop.
People each having to ring the bells on buses when getting off. Seems to happen most on student buses. The bus is only going to stop once, often there is a 'bus stopping' light for those with headphones and yet people still ring the bell even as the bus is slowing down for the stop.
Waiting staff in restaurants and pubs, when they bring meals out to a table they then ask " would you like any sauce " they then disappear for 5 minutes.
Just put the f***** stuff on the table before the hot food comes out FFS.
I swear this also happens every time I eat out, once I have a mouthful of food, a waiter/waitress will appear out of nowhere and ask me if my meal is ok.
F*** off and let me eat in peace, if I didn't like the food I would have put down my knife and fork and stopped eating.