Stupid little things that bug you

DrBlueBob said:
Well done. I reckon he just looked shocked as he couldn't believe how lustrous your hair was.
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Magicpole said:
That was his first reaction, obviously, it then dawned upon him I was fucking seething. I hate bad manners, no smile, no appealing to his better self, just a get yourself to fuck pal look. If I was 5’2 and frail he would have told me to fuck off, I am neither of those things so he made an assessment how things would transpire realised if required I would knock him the fuck out and withdrew with his tail between his legs.
The rest of the journey was great.
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That was exactly how I imagined the exchange went.
 
Protein Junkie said:
Those twats on a train who drown the whole carriage out with their voice whilst on the phone.
Hey listen to how fucking important I am !!!!
“oh yah the CEO insists I run this one up the flagpole but address the low hanging fruit first yah”
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Not just the “train guy” blokes. There was a bloke on the Met last week, sat behind an elderly woman and her grandchild/great grandchild… as loud as a talking voice could be without shouting it was all “fucking” this, “****” that.

I was looking at her face and she was cringing every time he swore, so I tried to catch his eye and when I did I sat toward and held my hands out as if to say “is there any need for your swearing?”, and he averted his eyes from me and looked out of the window then got off at the next stop.
 
Bonzo Nododo said:
Americanisms.
Going forward for in future
Multiple for many
Reaching out for ....well anything it seems
and many others.
But why does a BBC presenter ask the National winner about the horses 'that didn't make it?'
Why follow the verbal whims of a nation of dickheads?
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Reaching out!!! Aaarrrggghhh.
"I reached out to the client by phone" - No!! You fucking phoned him you gerbil.
 
Magicpole said:
About ten years ago I was sitting in the “Quiet” carriage in First Class in Central Station Glasgow and there was a Cockney type guy on his phone, loud as fuck, talking utter bollocks to his equally cuntish pal. The train hadn’t moved yet so I sat there until it did. We hadn’t left the station but he continued talking. I got up walked over to him, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around with a start.

me: this is a quiet carriage pal, if you think I am going to listen to you talking all the way to London you are seriously mistaken.
Him shocked, he looked at me and saw I wasn’t fucking joking. Is it too loud?
Me: I paid to not have to listen to people on their phones loud as fuck annoying everybody.
him: I will go to another carriage.
me: if you are going to be on your phone yes you should.
He got up and left. As I returned to my seat a old woman smiled at me and said thank you for doing that.
Job done. Selfish prick.
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Pwopper norty my saaaaaan
 
Nebuchadnezzar said:
Yep. Having worked for a number of American companies, it makes my eye twitch to hear people mimicking what they say. Perhaps the most confusing I heard from upper management was saying that one of our projects had great "cadence". I still don't understand. I've tried and tried. I just had another look on Google to make more sense of it and it had absolutely no context or place in relation to how I heard it said.
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Isn't cadence a musical term?
 
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