When you go in a shop and 3 people ask you if you need any help within two minutes, will you please fuck off and leave me alone...
Tell them you're after a blow job, works wonders
When you go in a shop and 3 people ask you if you need any help within two minutes, will you please fuck off and leave me alone...
Tell them you're after a blow job, works wonders
You're generally very lucky?"Knowing my luck at the moment I'd get the ugly guy drop to his knees"
You're generally very lucky?
Supermarket checkout operators who don't speak to you or even look at you throughout the entire process, except for muttering a semi-audible syllable that might be 'thanks' at the very end, as they give you the receipt with your change on top of it, just to make it difficult for you to put it back into your wallet while carrying a bag of shopping.
I mean, sure, it's not the best job in the world, and I'd hate to be confronted with that awful American pseudo-friendliness every time I shop, but there's still no excuse for out-and-out rudeness.
Hmm, true, but have you ever done one of those jobs (you imply that you haven't)? For me, it's a wonder how people get through their first week without going completely mental. When I had to do similar stuff (only for a short time, thank Christ), the tedium did threaten to drive me over the edge.
The other day I was talking to a woman in a menial service job who didn't even have English as her first language and she confused the subjunctive mood with the conditional mood, so I said: "AHAHAHAHAHA, YOU STUPID CUNT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!".
See: Kids These Days (page 3) and Twee Twits (page2):Kids who think they're from the New York Dolls or something.
Very non-confrontational indie cardigan types who look like they have never done a manual job.
And, because you're reading The Observer, hate the middle classes and therefore yourself...The way The Observer assumes that, because you read it, you are therefore of the demographic that is interested in buying a second home in Devon, or a £2000 coffee table.
Hmm, nice to see some controversial choices thrown in for good measure...Serial killers.
Nazis.
Prostitutes.
Jews.
I worked in a supermarket for two years while I was doing my GCSE/A-levels, actually. And in the summer after my first year at Uni. It was an especially rubbishy provincial Co-op, so I had to spend half my time apologising for things that weren't my fault. So I know full well how annoying and boring it is, but I still said 'Hi' to people and managed at the very least to keep a veneer of civility and basic politeness.
Unnecessarily rude people piss me right off, generally. There's just no need.
Trustafarians.
People who use the term 'chav'.
People who are excessively 'matey' and act like they're everyone's best friend.
The way The Observer assumes that, because you read it, you are therefore of the demographic that is interested in buying a second home in Devon, or a £2000 coffee table.
And, because you're reading The Observer, hate the middle classes and therefore yourself...
me too.. being put on the spot to dance turns me into Carlton (Fresh Prince)......People who try to force me to dance.
People who use the term 'chav'.