Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
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nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
On balance, your girlfriend was right.
Eh? Can you elaborate.None of us are 14 any more, we grown ups are allowed to admit we all nip off a big smelly log at least once a day.
This has been a very amusing thread so far....
Long ago I've learnt to accept the faffing from all women....
However there is one faff Mrs Crown is very good at....it's a variation on the 'surprise' that she has to pay at the cash till....
We travel a lot together...and the 'airport security faff' has now turned into an amusing spectator sport...except when we're late.
On approaching the airport security gates...
when she remembers, she'll stop at the little plastic baggy counter to decant her various creams and potions...
This excercise ensures that her passport and boarding card will now be hidden in her bag
Airports vary, but often there is another check on the boarding card...
Faff ...bag turned upside down...3 minutes of ...'have you got my boarding card?" Its in the bag, though sometimes it jumps into her coat..or one of her coats.
Ok now we're through...
If she hasn't left the baggy of potions (often happens) behind we're making progress..
Hand luggage deposited on the x-ray conveyer...
Coat off... boarding card now lost again..
At the metal detector, invariably, phone is still in pocket... bleeps...
Back to conveyor put phone in tray ...
Back through.... beep
Studded metal belt ...back to conveyor
She may make it through the metal detector on the third attempt...if she hasn't 'layered' two or three jackets...in case she'll be cold..(only takes top one off)
Ok we're through...
Her hand luggage is diverted to the inspection lane....
Hand bag opened for inspection....her ipad is in there...and a can of hair spray...
They have to go back through. X-ray..hairspray sometimes bigger than allowed, so that gets confiscated...
Ensuing faff to redress and put everything back in bag...
Boarding card now lost, passport lost and normally at this point ipad left on the tray.
Boarding card , iPad and passport retrieved...
Now off to Boots to replace hairspray ...(separate thread required for Boots faff)
Phone lost...
Then we might get our plane on time
We did try and use the BA app for the boarding card for a while to reduce the number of items that get lost...but this introduced...a previously hidden faff...'the can't find her charger...or ever charge her phone sufficiently for it to be remotely useful for more than ten minutes faff'.
Long ago I've learnt to accept the faffing from all women....
However there is one faff Mrs Crown is very good at....it's a variation on the 'surprise' that she has to pay at the cash till....
We travel a lot together...and the 'airport security faff' has now turned into an amusing spectator sport...except when we're late.
On approaching the airport security gates...
when she remembers, she'll stop at the little plastic baggy counter to decant her various creams and potions...
This excercise ensures that her passport and boarding card will now be hidden in her bag
Airports vary, but often there is another check on the boarding card...
Faff ...bag turned upside down...3 minutes of ...'have you got my boarding card?" Its in the bag, though sometimes it jumps into her coat..or one of her coats.
Ok now we're through...
If she hasn't left the baggy of potions (often happens) behind we're making progress..
Hand luggage deposited on the x-ray conveyer...
Coat off... boarding card now lost again..
At the metal detector, invariably, phone is still in pocket... bleeps...
Back to conveyor put phone in tray ...
Back through.... beep
Studded metal belt ...back to conveyor
She may make it through the metal detector on the third attempt...if she hasn't 'layered' two or three jackets...in case she'll be cold..(only takes top one off)
Ok we're through...
Her hand luggage is diverted to the inspection lane....
Hand bag opened for inspection....her ipad is in there...and a can of hair spray...
They have to go back through. X-ray..hairspray sometimes bigger than allowed, so that gets confiscated...
Ensuing faff to redress and put everything back in bag...
Boarding card now lost, passport lost and normally at this point ipad left on the tray.
Boarding card , iPad and passport retrieved...
Now off to Boots to replace hairspray ...(separate thread required for Boots faff)
Phone lost...
Then we might get our plane on time
We did try and use the BA app for the boarding card for a while to reduce the number of items that get lost...but this introduced...a previously hidden faff...'the can't find her charger...or ever charge her phone sufficiently for it to be remotely useful for more than ten minutes faff'.
Not the wife, but experienced female faffing on Saturday. I walked into the super market at the same time as two women, I then proceeded to do a full weeks shop for the family which mostly filled a trolley, go through check out, bag it all the other side, to walk out the shop at the same time as the two women I walked in with, who were carrying one bunch of flowers between them!
AndrewCrown said:
This has been a very amusing thread so far....
Long ago I've learnt to accept the faffing from all women....
However there is one faff Mrs Crown is very good at....it's a variation on the 'surprise' that she has to pay at the cash till....
We travel a lot together...and the 'airport security faff' has now turned into an amusing spectator sport...except when we're late.
On approaching the airport security gates...
when she remembers, she'll stop at the little plastic baggy counter to decant her various creams and potions...
...etc etc....
I share your pain. Once or twice a year I fly without Mrs Canam. The airport experience is so much more relaxed! Long ago I've learnt to accept the faffing from all women....
However there is one faff Mrs Crown is very good at....it's a variation on the 'surprise' that she has to pay at the cash till....
We travel a lot together...and the 'airport security faff' has now turned into an amusing spectator sport...except when we're late.
On approaching the airport security gates...
when she remembers, she'll stop at the little plastic baggy counter to decant her various creams and potions...
...etc etc....
I swear there is MMT and FMT - Male Mean Time and Female Mean Time, not only are the times not in sync, but they don't even operate at the same pace.
5 minutes of their time is like 10 minutes for us, but when she says "will you make me a cup of tea darling" if the kettle is not on within a nano-second (of MMT) you get the *huff* "never mind, I'll do it myself" response.
5 minutes of their time is like 10 minutes for us, but when she says "will you make me a cup of tea darling" if the kettle is not on within a nano-second (of MMT) you get the *huff* "never mind, I'll do it myself" response.
King Herald said:
nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
On balance, your girlfriend was right.
Eh? Can you elaborate.None of us are 14 any more, we grown ups are allowed to admit we all nip off a big smelly log at least once a day.
This, it was explained to me afterwards, was the definition of a no brainer.
Pothole said:
TooMany2cvs said:
Pothole said:
I vote we change the thread title to "Anyone else made poor relationship choices based on poor research or encouraged by genital imperatives and now having to live with the consequences?" Had it had that title from the beginning, I'd never have read all this spineless drivel!
Dominate the missus!Monkeylegend said:
nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
VGTICE said:
nonsequitur said:
On balance, your girlfriend was right.
Eh? Can you elaborate.I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
nonsequitur said:
I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'.
We don't know whether he was an overnight guest or not, considering it was his gf's bog...Anyway, has nobody else seen the TV ads?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L37-3v7DyYs
nonsequitur said:
Yes, I remember him. Sadly missed on these threads.
I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
It was his girlfriend's toilet, it's not like his sI did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
t is not going to stink when they (heavens forbid, with her attitude I'd go MGTOW) start living together. Besides I have no problem with people using my toilet for the purpose of doing things that the toilet was designed for. Provided that they are civilised enough not leave anything nasty behind them that the extractor fan/window can't take care of.nonsequitur said:
Yes, I remember him. Sadly missed on these threads.
I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
I generally release the chocolate prisoners because I NEED to, not as some sort of random timed territory marking ritual. Thus if I am at someone's house to stay the night, telling them I need to pop out for half hour and not be able to give an explanation is sort of awkward. I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
King Herald said:
nonsequitur said:
Yes, I remember him. Sadly missed on these threads.
I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
I generally release the chocolate prisoners because I NEED to, not as some sort of random timed territory marking ritual. Thus if I am at someone's house to stay the night, telling them I need to pop out for half hour and not be able to give an explanation is sort of awkward. I did not want to include my late parents into this discussion, but it was they who drummed into me that unless you are an overnight guest that 'A number two is strictly taboo'. When you are a nipper these epithets from your folks tend to stick with you.
As I grew older I was able to evaluate that this unwritten rule made sense. So there we are. As they say all these things start in childhood.
t whilst you shave... 
Went down to Devon to visit her relatives, day 3:
Mr F: "So whats the plan for today?"
Mrs F: "I don't know, why don't you decide??"
Mr F: "OK, lets go down to the beach..."
Mrs F ignores this and 2 minutes later when her mother asks what the plan is
Mrs F: "Lets go down to the woods for a walk."
FFS
Mr F: "So whats the plan for today?"
Mrs F: "I don't know, why don't you decide??"
Mr F: "OK, lets go down to the beach..."
Mrs F ignores this and 2 minutes later when her mother asks what the plan is
Mrs F: "Lets go down to the woods for a walk."
FFS
Sheepshanks said:
Leaving the house together is the big one for me.
We'll apparently be together, but I get to the front door and she's gone. Even though I’ve got used to this happening, she’s sometimes gone for so long I’m convinced something must have happened and I have to go back to look for her.
Then she’ll say the shoes she wants to wear aren’t by the front door as she thought, they’re in her wardrobe. So off she’ll go again.
We'll apparently be together, but I get to the front door and she's gone. Even though I’ve got used to this happening, she’s sometimes gone for so long I’m convinced something must have happened and I have to go back to look for her.
Then she’ll say the shoes she wants to wear aren’t by the front door as she thought, they’re in her wardrobe. So off she’ll go again.
My God just now; we've just got back from walking the dogs and have decided to order a takeaway "I'm just off to the toilet, get the app up and I'll be a moment" says she.
5 minutes goes by and I shout up asking where she is, whilst I'm sat at the table waiting; tablet on and app open.
"Oh I'm just making the bed, come up" says she.
"No, you come down, I've been waiting, you can make the bed whilst we wait for the food to be delivered" says I.
She comes down we choose what we want, whilst she is preoccupied on her phone trying to work out how to send an eBay order back so I constantly have to ask her more than twice what she wants and keep on having to check back as she isn't paying attention, finally we agree on what we are having, order is put through and now she is sat over by the plug, phone plugged in and on FB; I thought she wanted to make the bed!!
Chinese by the way.
5 minutes goes by and I shout up asking where she is, whilst I'm sat at the table waiting; tablet on and app open.
"Oh I'm just making the bed, come up" says she.
"No, you come down, I've been waiting, you can make the bed whilst we wait for the food to be delivered" says I.
She comes down we choose what we want, whilst she is preoccupied on her phone trying to work out how to send an eBay order back so I constantly have to ask her more than twice what she wants and keep on having to check back as she isn't paying attention, finally we agree on what we are having, order is put through and now she is sat over by the plug, phone plugged in and on FB; I thought she wanted to make the bed!!
Chinese by the way.
HTP99 said:
My God just now; we've just got back from walking the dogs and have decided to order a takeaway "I'm just off to the toilet, get the app up and I'll be a moment" says she.
5 minutes goes by and I shout up asking where she is, whilst I'm sat at the table waiting; tablet on and app open.
"Oh I'm just making the bed, come up" says she.
"No, you come down, I've been waiting, you can make the bed whilst we wait for the food to be delivered" says I.
She comes down we choose what we want, whilst she is preoccupied on her phone trying to work out how to send an eBay order back so I constantly have to ask her more than twice what she wants and keep on having to check back as she isn't paying attention, finally we agree on what we are having, order is put through and now she is sat over by the plug, phone plugged in and on FB; I thought she wanted to make the bed!!
Chinese by the way.
Yes, your wife's nationality is interesting, but what did you order?5 minutes goes by and I shout up asking where she is, whilst I'm sat at the table waiting; tablet on and app open.
"Oh I'm just making the bed, come up" says she.
"No, you come down, I've been waiting, you can make the bed whilst we wait for the food to be delivered" says I.
She comes down we choose what we want, whilst she is preoccupied on her phone trying to work out how to send an eBay order back so I constantly have to ask her more than twice what she wants and keep on having to check back as she isn't paying attention, finally we agree on what we are having, order is put through and now she is sat over by the plug, phone plugged in and on FB; I thought she wanted to make the bed!!
Chinese by the way.
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