Real Life Petty Enemies

I was barred from my village shop for suggesting he would want to sell me a 200g jar of coffee for the same price as 2x100g jars he was selling. I took it badly and held a vendetta but the old fella passed away so I've had to let it go, at least as far as the outside world is concerned, inside I am still seething.
 
Lavinda Past said:
Davs 19 said:
Lavinda Past said:
We live in a small village.

The village is in Norfolk.

Everyone is a ****.

I hate everyone in this village who doesn't live in our house.

Petty? It goes with the territory.

Wow ! Didn't realise you had six fingers and were married to your sister ;.)





























No offence. I'm sure Mrs Lavs lovely.........


Mrs Lavinda is lovely - only one problem... she's from Sarf Lahndan - She thinks Ray Winstone is a posh cahnt.

Anyway, I've not got six fingers... I have developed webbed toes though.


;.)
 
metalblue said:
I was barred from my village shop for suggesting he would want to sell me a 200g jar of coffee for the same price as 2x100g jars he was selling. I took it badly and held a vendetta but the old fella passed away so I've had to let it go, at least as far as the outside world is concerned, inside I am still seething.
Just think of him roasting in Hell.
 
Not me but iv got 2 mates who go to the matches with us who have had a running petty feud thats been going on since Facebook came on the scene.
If we go away games theres usually about 10 of us go together, years ago one of them got into Facebook in a big way, when we were at Villa he was snapping us and put one on Facebook of the other bloke without telling him.
When the other guy found out he went mad as he didnt want his photo anywhere, they have never spoken a word to each other since which makes it very awkward for the rest of us especially on European trips when there might be only 3 or 4 go together
 
I work in OHS and had to take this bloke off his forklift truck,he'd driven through a closed roller shutter door.
We viewed the footage and he was found to be negligent and even lied about it saying the brakes failed,we had them tested,at considerable expense.
Two days after he was told his license was rescinded permanently,the police arrived at work asking to speak to me,apparently this bloke had gone to his local police station and reported me for following him and treatening him after work.
I was told by this copper to keep away from him and if I didn't desist,they would have to issue an AVO against me.I tried to explain the situation but they obviously had taken him at face value,my manager was not intersted as it had allegedly occured outside work.
Thankfully the twat has now taken early retirement,but if I had been single and had no kids or mortgage,I would cheerfully ripped his head off,lying little ****.
 
When I was working in the city centre a few years ago I was getting the train in the morning.
If anyone has done this from Warrington before they will tell you that the fucking east midlands train at 8:10am is/used to be a fucking nightmare.
Basically despite it being the main rush hour train the tossers only ever put 2 carriages on meaning that most mornings about 10-20 unfortunate souls would get left behind on the platform daily. I hope to Christ they have sorted it out these days as it really was awful, I'm talking like something out of Japan! Seen people fainting on the train in the summer, everything.
Anyway, It got to being that to get on the train you had to kind of pick your spot on the platform, guessing as best you could where you thought the train doors would be opening.
With a bit of careful planning it was still unpleasant but also fairly easy to not be one of the unlucky 10-20. No pushing or shoving.

WELL, there was this little oriental fella who was also there every morning.
His tactic was different to mine and involved leaving it to the last second and ramming, shoving, tripping anyone in his way and I mean anyone, women, school kids, grannies the lot.
AND he always had a backpack on which he NEVER took off, I mean, space is at a premium dickhead, take it off, carry it and when you get on stick it between you legs, everyones day is marginally better (except for the granny you tripped up and then she subsequently fell down the gap in between the train and the platform)

after a few weeks of observing this every day basically I took it upon myself to get a bit New York guardian angel vigilante and make it my mission to make it as hard as possible for him to get on the train, getting in his way then subtly letting everyone else on board, 'accidentally' kicking his heels when in the scrum some mornings, gently pulling his backpack, all real mature tactics like that.

After about a week he cottoned on to this and made it his mission to wildly swing his backpack at my head when he thought it would hit me etc.

It was a proper old fashioned unspoken war every morning.

I still HATE that fucker now!

Thanks for listening.
 

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