Things people do that annoy you.

These people cannot be regular readers of books, articles etc and seemingly didn’t pay attention at school. All they do is base it on hearing people saying “could’ve” and mishearing it.
You must of been a right swotty nerdy I know everything smarmy **** at school.
 
Every single time I’ve been on holiday those above have always been noisy cunts, shouting, stomping around and seemingly moving furniture around. Last year there was a (I think) Portuguese family above us and were the noisiest cunts ever. Never seemed to go out and moving furniture from 6am
The bloody furniture! It’s like he’s downloaded feng shui app and is trying out every possible way round he can move it all from day-to-day.
 
I'll see your stag do, and raise you a hen party.
Bloody hen parties always seem to mither me. Always after something.

I had to give my boxers to a bride-to-be once, leaving me boxerless for a night out (which in another half-related story, set of a series of events that led to me not being able to push my foreskin back over my bellend for two days). Another time I had to smooch a bride-to-be and got a cold sore a few days later (bet she’d been smooching half the town that night)…

I say, ‘had to’; I suppose I could have said no!
 
This is something like the third consecutive cabbie who hasn’t helped with my suitcase. He just stared at me with his gob open indicating to the boot.

All I need now is the radio on full blast or talking on his phone for the entire journey.
 
This is something like the third consecutive cabbie who hasn’t helped with my suitcase. He just stared at me with his gob open indicating to the boot.

All I need now is the radio on full blast or talking on his phone for the entire journey.
Are you elderly or disabled?
 
Trolley rage ?

While I’m about it. A big queue at the check-out. I mean big. People with their trolleys piled as if they’re expecting the apocalypse. Ok, that’s fine. Live and let live, and all that.
But I will never understand why people wait till they’ve got past the check-out, wait till everything’s gone through the bar code check, wait till the guy/girl on the till tells them what they owe, and then — and only then — start fiddling around with their wallets/purses looking for their card (an operation which seems to pose a major muscle motor and cognitive challenge to the aged among us). Or, worse still, start fiddling around looking for change, as nonplussed as if they were dealing with the currency of Ulan Bator. When I get level with the cashier, and I’m the penultimate person, I get the card out of the wallet. Or if I know approximately what I owe, I get the right (approximately) cash out.
It’s ok when one or two do it. It’s when six in a row do it that I get, let us say, impatient. Incipient trolley rage.
I suppose ten years up the road, if I’m still here, I’ll be one of those people…
 
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Being called "guys" when I'm out with someone and being in a shop bar or restaurant.

Oh and as it's the season for such sports - tennis, golf and cycling spectators - what a bunch of look at me, self-obsessed wankers.
The cyclists should be allowed to punch those needy c#nts jumping out, obstructing them and being utter dick heads.
 
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Here's the weird thing. Seriously. I am just about to turn seventy. I can't stand the ninety-year-olds in front of me!
There was a guy in front of me in the queue and I thought 'Cmon you old ****, get a fuckin' move on. I'm nearer eighty than seventy 'n these fuckin' old ditherers spoil it for the real FOCs from CBL3.
 
People driving round corners like they are in a fucking tank, ram the brakes on and then take ten minutes to get round the corner.
Infairness the ones that drive round corners like they have a brick on the accelerator are cunts as well
 

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