Let me be irrational.


You there, Old People.
You have time all day to do whatever you need to do. Why do you have to come crowding into public transport between eight and nine in the morning, when half the population needs to get to work? I have to stand up every ten minutes to give one of you my seat, because if I don't you get all miffed. Listen, this is rush hour. There's no reason for you not to start your little shopping expedition or coffee and cakes-ingestion an hour later.

On the same note, why do you need to go to the supermarket during my lunchbreak, to buy a week's worth of stuff? Is it some kind of nostalgia that makes you drop in to see all the hassled working people, trying to grab a quick sandwich before their half hour's over, while you're blocking the queue with your mountain of shopping and your "I can't see a thing with all this new Euro-stuff, here's all my coins, you choose the right ones"-attitude?

I give the state 50 percent of my income, and a fair part of that goes into paying your pensions, because there's such a bloody lot of you and you were the first ones to decide that having kids yourself is stupid.

At least do me a favour and MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!

/Rant ended.

*copies, pastes, hands out to Snowbirds*

Snowbirds?

Snowbirds are elderly people who move to a warmer location for the winter (Florida, Arizona, California).

Thank you!

Dude. I feel exactly the same way. In fact, I must have posted something with the exact same sentiment here quite a while back.

Also: old people, when you take the bus between 4:30 and 6pm, and there's school and college kids all over the place, don't you think your little dog would be better off in your lap, rather than taking valuable space on the seat next to you?

and: ypu have all week to shop. why do it over the weekend, which is the only time when we regular working people can go?

Heh. I didn't realise my sentiments were so widely shared.

Here's one for my neighbours:

Please:
- If you want to make kebabs (and flatten the meat) for 20 people, don't do it at 11.30 pm. We thought you were battering your wife or throwing furniture about. That's why we turned up at your door with a baseball bat.
- If you're going to listen to "Guardian Angel" at night - 13 times in a row - as loudly as your ghetto blaster will play, please at least close your window. It's a lovely song, but...hell, it isn't! how can anyone stand that?
- If, after listening to "Guardian Angel" 13 times, you then gotta puke into the yard, don't do it from the fifth floor at 3 am. There's nothing like hearing several resounding "hunkh...splat" one after another to give you a very strange awakening.
- Also, please don't set your kitchen on fire in a drunk stupor. Just...don't.
- And this is for the ladies who practice the oldest profession in the world illegally in the house next door: Please close your window when you're watching porn films. And...and...tell your visitor to dress before he stands behind your window in the morning and attacks the cockroach on your window sill with his shoe. It was like seeing Crushchev. Only naked.

Otherwise, I love you. Thank you.

bwahahahahaha

*wants to meet Onion's neighbors*

*or not*

*is glad his apartment building is pretty quiet*

do you guys not have noise control laws?

and i at one point flatted next to a guy i sorta knew, obviously not well enough that i felt i could go round and bang on their flats do at 3am on a wednesday and tell them to turn it down.

Instead i would anonomisly call noise control, hehe dobbing in the neighbours.

And noise control here has the right to confiscate equipment, such as sterios etc. (you get like 2 warnings first i think).

i've called environmental health over the old neighbour who played Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells" on repeat, at volume 11, from midnight on sunday until 7am on monday.

On a similar nte, my flatmate the "music genius but oh being a genius is so difficult I wish so hard I wasn't" (hiw own words, actually) is playing righ now. Fair enough, it's not that late.
But then again, music in your dwelling place is sometimes less about noise and more about quality. Or, in other words, YOUR MUSIC IS SHITE, ACTUALLY, IT'S NOT MUSIC, IT'S JUST YOU ALMOST RANDOMLY PERSSING KEYBOARD KEYS IN TUNE WITH YOUR DELIRIUS, DRUNKEN EXTASY!!!!!

Also, people with kids:
Don't come into my restaurant. I know, it says it's a family restaurant, and we do have children's menu, and coloured pencils, and high chairs and all that crap. But, why not follow the simple rule, if they can't eat restaurant food, don't bother taking them out. They don't have the attention span to wait for their meail, eat it all and wait for you to finish your damn second course, desserts and coffees. It's YOUR fault they get bored, and cranky, and they start shouting around the place, but no, you like to put the blame on us, on how long the foods taking. Maybe you should take that time to consider how feeding your 5-year-old kid deep-fried nuggets and fries, coke and ice cream with marshmallows is turning him into a nasty monster that will probably end up in jail before he comes of age.
Meanwhile, I have to work, dodge the damn brats with piles of stuff on my hands, and hear you yelling at them to stay quiet (ironic, eh?). After you're gone, I have to clean your crap -not just the awful mess your kids have made all over the table, the floor and half the place when they've butchered their meal, but also your fucking baby wipes. Listen, folks: I do NOT like touching random kids' wipes full of crap you cleaned for their mouths.
So, yeah: small kids and restaurants don't mix well. Fucking get that in your heads, will you?

Hal: Sure we have noise laws.
Getting the police to do something about it is another question entirely, though, particularly if you are not exactly sure of the door number of the offending party.

Tigerlime: I wouldn't want to swap mine for yours.

*plays cheap fake-Oldfield new-agey music real loud*

*wonders who'll call the mods first*

*refuses to play a dirge*

*thinks of annoying things to play really loudly*

*finds Smurf songs*

*plays fuckin' James fuckin' Blunt ver and over and over and over and over again*



(It dove ME mad at work.)

quote:

Originally posted by cloverheart:
*plays fuckin' James fuckin' Blunt ver and over and over and over and over again*



(It dove ME mad at work.)

I`m sure James Blunt is Cockney rhyming slang for something but the expression alludes me for now.

On the subject of children`s behaviour in restaurants I remember posting this thread not so long ago...

Rowdy Children in Coffee Shops

My biggest pet peeve that I've come to realize since working in a library :


IS IT SO FREAKING HARD TO PUSH IN YOUR CHAIR WHEN YOU'RE DONE????

people in the express checkout with more than 15 items.

People who make our new-starts cry.
Not clever.
Not funny.
Will get you kicked out.
Grrr.

Spirit of Christmas my eye.