Things that annoy you beyond reason...(Vol 5)
Discussion
Roger Irrelevant said:
I spend quite a bit of time in York where buskers are plentiful indeed. While they're generally OK, and some are superb, I have developed a hatred of the ones that use backing music blasting out through an amplifier. They usually seem to do this in an attempt to cover the fact that their musical/vocal skills are somewhat lacking. I feel really sorry for the poor sods who work in the shops outside which they decide to pitch up - even though the council have told buskers that they need to spend no longer than two hours in any one spot that's usually enough for them to go through their entire act four or five times over.
Once had a bloke "busking" (and I use that word in the widest possible sense!) outside an office window, blowing on a harmonica, no tune, just in-out-in-out, for hours. probably pishedAfter some time we were ready to take a filing cabinet to the window & drop it on his head
kowalski655 said:
Once had a bloke "busking" (and I use that word in the widest possible sense!) outside an office window, blowing on a harmonica, no tune, just in-out-in-out, for hours. probably pished
After some time we were ready to take a filing cabinet to the window & drop it on his head
Like the guy on Regent St who used to ‘play’ the bagpipes.After some time we were ready to take a filing cabinet to the window & drop it on his head
A good busker is a thing of joy, this bloke wasn’t.
Garages and their world class ability to outright lie and bullst.
My 18 month old Golf R.
last September was in for a new clutch as the slave cylinder (plastic ffs!) had leaked, causing said clutch to fail.
Was told it was straightforward would have it done in a day. I dropped it off the night before so they could crack on 1st thing the next morning.
Fed a load of bullst, took 6 days to get it back.
Last week, the waterpump decided to start to leak slightly. Booked it in last Tuesday, called them on friday to make sure they had all the bits. Re affirmed that they could sort within a day.
Got to dealership for 8,30, left car and went off in their mobile and filthy 4 wheeled ashtray. Had to pass the garage around 1.30 and noted my car hadn't moved.
Rang the garage to see how my car was doing to be told, 'Work was in progress'.
I asked the service guy how that could be possible when my car was in the car park still. Cue long silence.
"Oh, it's a long job' I was told. "it's booked at 4 hours, and if its a long job, wouldn't it have been a good idea to start it when I deposited the car 5 hours ago?
Oh, we have to drain the coolant and let it settle, was the response. Should have it ready by 5 on Tuesday.
At that point I flipped, walked into the dealership and grabbed my car. There was a bit more discussion when I walked into the garage and asked for my car back 10 mins later, but it basically revolved around them lying and bullstting more.
Why do they have to do this lying thing? It seems to bea standard sort of game they play.
I'll have to book it into another VW garage where no doubt the game will start again which is sort of cutting my nose off I accept.I just flip when people take me for a mug though. Perhaps i'm in the wrong thread here as its 'Thing that annoy me beyond reason' whereas I had every reason to be annoyed!
I think I'm done with new cars, it means I have little choice where to have the car fixed when the bloody things break.
My 18 month old Golf R.
last September was in for a new clutch as the slave cylinder (plastic ffs!) had leaked, causing said clutch to fail.
Was told it was straightforward would have it done in a day. I dropped it off the night before so they could crack on 1st thing the next morning.
Fed a load of bullst, took 6 days to get it back.
Last week, the waterpump decided to start to leak slightly. Booked it in last Tuesday, called them on friday to make sure they had all the bits. Re affirmed that they could sort within a day.
Got to dealership for 8,30, left car and went off in their mobile and filthy 4 wheeled ashtray. Had to pass the garage around 1.30 and noted my car hadn't moved.
Rang the garage to see how my car was doing to be told, 'Work was in progress'.
I asked the service guy how that could be possible when my car was in the car park still. Cue long silence.
"Oh, it's a long job' I was told. "it's booked at 4 hours, and if its a long job, wouldn't it have been a good idea to start it when I deposited the car 5 hours ago?
Oh, we have to drain the coolant and let it settle, was the response. Should have it ready by 5 on Tuesday.
At that point I flipped, walked into the dealership and grabbed my car. There was a bit more discussion when I walked into the garage and asked for my car back 10 mins later, but it basically revolved around them lying and bullstting more.
Why do they have to do this lying thing? It seems to bea standard sort of game they play.
I'll have to book it into another VW garage where no doubt the game will start again which is sort of cutting my nose off I accept.I just flip when people take me for a mug though. Perhaps i'm in the wrong thread here as its 'Thing that annoy me beyond reason' whereas I had every reason to be annoyed!
I think I'm done with new cars, it means I have little choice where to have the car fixed when the bloody things break.
glenrobbo said:
Frank7 said:
Who remembers, donkeys years back, when London had three papers,
Staaaar, Nooze and Stannah!
Yep. Staaaar, Nooze and Stannah!
And trolley buses.
And "OTT CHEZNUZZ!!! LUVLI OTT CHEZNUZZ!!!"
Reynolds News. Daily Sketch, and Tit Bits. (Always a magnet for Boys of a certain age....) But no T**s of course.
Morons that remove their stuff from trays at airport security and leave them in situ, causing the belt to back up. I would install a trap door at the exit especially for them, where they are held for an hour then released back to the start of the queue until they understand how to behave.
tim0409 said:
Morons that remove their stuff from trays at airport security and leave them in situ, causing the belt to back up. I would install a trap door at the exit especially for them, where they are held for an hour then released back to the start of the queue until they understand how to behave.
Along with the people who seem surprised that their bag got stopped for a further check due to the litre bottle of shampoo or something equally daft in it.Mind you despite flying 8-10 times a month I'm still not clear on some of their requirements. Schiphol happily let you take a water through, Gatwick on Sunday insisted that I drank the remaining water and put the empty bottle through, but a few weeks earlier I forgot and left a half full 500ml bottle of water in my bag and didn't get stopped
tim0409 said:
Morons that remove their stuff from trays at airport security and leave them in situ, causing the belt to back up. I would install a trap door at the exit especially for them, where they are held for an hour then released back to the start of the queue until they understand how to behave.
Agreed. I am always pretty unsubtle about stacking them and tidying up. You then see people feeling guilty doing the same. I know in my head they'll go back to their old ways next time, but the look of guilt on their faces is worth it. GroundEffect said:
tim0409 said:
Morons that remove their stuff from trays at airport security and leave them in situ, causing the belt to back up. I would install a trap door at the exit especially for them, where they are held for an hour then released back to the start of the queue until they understand how to behave.
Agreed. I am always pretty unsubtle about stacking them and tidying up. You then see people feeling guilty doing the same. I know in my head they'll go back to their old ways next time, but the look of guilt on their faces is worth it. I also am old enough to remember when flying was expensive, ergo a treat and one dressed smartly for it. A habit I keep to this day, I don't go overboard but I'm usually wearing a shirt, slacks and belt (which is annoying having to take it off, but I refuse to abandon it... and it keeps my trousers up). I may have been born in Australia but flying in shorts and a T-shirt is an anathema to me.
Sorry for the Grandpa Simpson story but one time I was going through Heathrow wearing a blue shirt and black slacks, as per bloody usual a litter of trays were just left on the belt and I was stacking them up when a rather confused and frenetic woman came up and told me how much she appreciated the job I was doing and how important it was to the country... It took me a few seconds to figure out she'd confused me with Heathrow security because I was doing something as odd as stacking trays in smart dress.
RizzoTheRat said:
Oh and the tts who wait right by the belt for their bags to come through, blocking the people who's bags have already come out from getting to theirs!
I take notice of who's in front of me and hang back until they've got their bags. Things aren't going to be jumbled around in the X-Ray. My pet hate are people that pack their stuff away on the conveyor belt instead of going to a table, just about every airport I've been through gives you tables expressly to take your trays to and re-pack your stuff/put on your belt and shoes.
Edited by captain_cynic on Tuesday 22 January 12:49
captain_cynic said:
I also am old enough to remember when flying was expensive, ergo a treat and one dressed smartly for it. A habit I keep to this day, I don't go overboard but I'm usually wearing a shirt, slacks and belt (which is annoying having to take it off, but I refuse to abandon it... and it keeps my trousers up). I may have been born in Australia but flying in shorts and a T-shirt is an anathema to me.
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tim0409 said:
Morons that remove their stuff from trays at airport security and leave them in situ, causing the belt to back up. I would install a trap door at the exit especially for them, where they are held for an hour then released back to the start of the queue until they understand how to behave.
That's what the airport staff all stood around the scanners are for isn't it?glenrobbo said:
Yep.
And trolley buses.
And "OTT CHEZNUZZ!!! LUVLI OTT CHEZNUZZ!!!"
And trams, the old ones, with the smoked windows in the “parlour.”And trolley buses.
And "OTT CHEZNUZZ!!! LUVLI OTT CHEZNUZZ!!!"
When we lived in St. John’s, Lewisham, my dad would take me on a 46? to the barber by Goldsmiths College, Lewisham Way, to get my hair cut.
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