I travelled a fair bit during the 60's and 70's. Back then, few airlines pre-allocated seats at check-in so, when boarding was announced, there was often a mad dash across the tarmac.everybody in airports, there is something about airports that turns normally sane people into complete fucking lunatics.
For example why do people crowd around the departures gate? The plane isnt gonna go without you and you're gonna be on it for hours in most cases whats your fecking rush.
What particularly annoyed me was that I had a basket with only a half-dozen items. The selfish madam who pushed her way to the front had a fully laden trolley.More than once have I shouted, "NEXT in line. Not, last in line" after all the cunts behind me go running to another till after hearing, "I can help the next customer in line over here".
100%.People answering anything in the affirmative with “100 per cent”.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to do it these days and it pisses me off.
Even worse when they say 150%!People answering anything in the affirmative with “100 per cent”.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to do it these days and it pisses me off.
Deggsie likes this thread, 1 million per cent.Even worse when they say 150%!
Sure you’d have forgiven her if she’d just said solly.What particularly annoyed me was that I had a basket with only a half-dozen items. The selfish madam who pushed her way to the front had a fully laden trolley.
She was aged about 60, large build with an oriental appearance. Say anything to her and I'm automatically a misogynistic, racist, body shaming ageist.
And you'll need to supply pics, in accordance with BM policy.What particularly annoyed me was that I had a basket with only a half-dozen items. The selfish madam who pushed her way to the front had a fully laden trolley.
She was aged about 60, large build with an oriental appearance. Say anything to her and I'm automatically a misogynistic, racist, body shaming ageist.
I travelled a fair bit during the 60's and 70's. Back then, few airlines pre-allocated seats at check-in so, when boarding was announced, there was often a mad dash across the tarmac.
My wife used to slurp. She doesn't slurp any more.Slurpers, cunts the lot of em. Every time they bring the cup to their mouth slurrrpppppp, ffs its not molten lava