It’s my last day of vacation and I’m feeling a little cranky about it. Plus, ya know, I’m old now, and entitled to be curmudgeonly without warning.
So to celebrate this mood of minor annoyance, today I present to you the top five things that piss me off.
1. People who don’t acknowledge common courtesy.
It drives me nuts when I slow down to let someone into a lane ahead of me, or stop to hold open a door, or step back to let someone else go first, and they don’t even bother to acknowledge me. I don’t need a bouquet of roses, but a nod or a smile or a wave (or god forbid, a “thank you”) would go a long way.
2. People who don’t signal lane changes.
Apparently, I have a whole set of issues with lane changes. (Can you tell I drove back and forth through Toronto recently?) Also on their own sublist of things that piss me off are people who think they are entitled to your lane simply by virtue of the fact that their lane is ending, regardless of the fact that you might currently be occupying said lane, and people who must occupy the buffer of space I’m trying to leave between myself and the car in front of me as we hurtle along the 401 at the speed of light.
3. People who dribble on the toilet seat and don’t wipe it up.
It happens. Either you dribble a few drops when you stand up to wipe, or you are one of those people with stronger knees than me who can hover over the seat and give it a good spray when you pee. Regardless, would it kill you to take a minute and a square or two and wipe the seat when you’re done? I really shouldn’t have to do it, and it’s nothing short of disgusting to sit down and realize that you just sat in someone else’s pee.
4. People who sit on the gym equipment and chat.
I like to move quickly through my weight workout to keep my heart rate up, and I was told many years ago by a trainer that it’s best to stick to a particular order, working the larger muscles before the smaller ones. While I don’t mind jumping out of order if it’s busy and there’s a lot of people using the equipment, it drives me nuts to have to wait for a machine because someone is sitting on it while chatting with someone else. Frankly, it also kind of bugs me when people sit on the machines between sets, and when people don’t wipe down the equipment between uses. Hmmm, looks like I have some issues with the gym as well. Maybe a little too much testosterone in my system?
5. People who don’t say “excuse me” when they need to get off the bus.
This one is my number-one irritant right now. I’ve been idly thinking about blogging it for months. Almost every single morning, I sit on the aisle side of a shared seat on the bus. A surprising amount of the time, I’m sure the vast majority, when the person sitting beside me needs to get off, rather than saying “Excuse me” or even “This is my stop”, they simply make a lurching thrust toward me that I’m supposed to detect and interpret as an intention to get off the bus and that I should get out of the way. This is a relatively new phenomenon, and it pisses me off every single time. Seriously, how hard is it to say “excuse me”? I usually toss in a smile for free when I do it.
And they say we Canadians are overly polite. Bah!
By all means, don’t let me rant alone. What cheeses you off?
Oh, you know how I feel about pee on seats!
But a friend of mine on F-book joined a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow-Walking People in the Back of the Head” – and I’d join, but it’s no secret for me,
Walking down the sidewalk (or, as the case may be, through the aisles in IKEA on a busy day when you had to go though you didn’t want to, because the expensive Leksvik wardrobe came with one wrong door, so you have to exchange one after spending three hours building it so why not have meatballs there and thank goodness they sell beer in the cafeteria, ’cause that’s our Saturday night date, so hey, let’s grab some baskets and the black cover for the Lilliberg chair I bought in the As-Is section) should be like driving. Leave room for people to pass. If you’re going to stop short and admire the Grundlarkesvik, step out of the aisle. Try not to bonk my toddler in the head with your giant bag full of Friksvliks when you turn around to look at the Crapskens. If you and your ambling family of eight are going there for the Blinkviks, take the shortcut, or at least walk in single file and don’t clog the aisles near the Flinfuns where I need to be.
I wish I could bring a bullhorn and cattle prod next time I go.
Oh, you know how I feel about pee on seats!
But a friend of mine on F-book joined a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow-Walking People in the Back of the Head” – and I’d join, but it’s no secret for me,
Walking down the sidewalk (or, as the case may be, through the aisles in IKEA on a busy day when you had to go though you didn’t want to, because the expensive Leksvik wardrobe came with one wrong door, so you have to exchange one after spending three hours building it so why not have meatballs there and thank goodness they sell beer in the cafeteria, ’cause that’s our Saturday night date, so hey, let’s grab some baskets and the black cover for the Lilliberg chair I bought in the As-Is section) should be like driving. Leave room for people to pass. If you’re going to stop short and admire the Grundlarkesvik, step out of the aisle. Try not to bonk my toddler in the head with your giant bag full of Friksvliks when you turn around to look at the Crapskens. If you and your ambling family of eight are going there for the Blinkviks, take the shortcut, or at least walk in single file and don’t clog the aisles near the Flinfuns where I need to be.
I wish I could bring a bullhorn and cattle prod next time I go.
Oh, you know how I feel about pee on seats!
But a friend of mine on F-book joined a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow-Walking People in the Back of the Head” – and I’d join, but it’s no secret for me,
Walking down the sidewalk (or, as the case may be, through the aisles in IKEA on a busy day when you had to go though you didn’t want to, because the expensive Leksvik wardrobe came with one wrong door, so you have to exchange one after spending three hours building it so why not have meatballs there and thank goodness they sell beer in the cafeteria, ’cause that’s our Saturday night date, so hey, let’s grab some baskets and the black cover for the Lilliberg chair I bought in the As-Is section) should be like driving. Leave room for people to pass. If you’re going to stop short and admire the Grundlarkesvik, step out of the aisle. Try not to bonk my toddler in the head with your giant bag full of Friksvliks when you turn around to look at the Crapskens. If you and your ambling family of eight are going there for the Blinkviks, take the shortcut, or at least walk in single file and don’t clog the aisles near the Flinfuns where I need to be.
I wish I could bring a bullhorn and cattle prod next time I go.
Oh, you know how I feel about pee on seats!
But a friend of mine on F-book joined a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow-Walking People in the Back of the Head” – and I’d join, but it’s no secret for me,
Walking down the sidewalk (or, as the case may be, through the aisles in IKEA on a busy day when you had to go though you didn’t want to, because the expensive Leksvik wardrobe came with one wrong door, so you have to exchange one after spending three hours building it so why not have meatballs there and thank goodness they sell beer in the cafeteria, ’cause that’s our Saturday night date, so hey, let’s grab some baskets and the black cover for the Lilliberg chair I bought in the As-Is section) should be like driving. Leave room for people to pass. If you’re going to stop short and admire the Grundlarkesvik, step out of the aisle. Try not to bonk my toddler in the head with your giant bag full of Friksvliks when you turn around to look at the Crapskens. If you and your ambling family of eight are going there for the Blinkviks, take the shortcut, or at least walk in single file and don’t clog the aisles near the Flinfuns where I need to be.
I wish I could bring a bullhorn and cattle prod next time I go.
Oh, you know how I feel about pee on seats!
But a friend of mine on F-book joined a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow-Walking People in the Back of the Head” – and I’d join, but it’s no secret for me,
Walking down the sidewalk (or, as the case may be, through the aisles in IKEA on a busy day when you had to go though you didn’t want to, because the expensive Leksvik wardrobe came with one wrong door, so you have to exchange one after spending three hours building it so why not have meatballs there and thank goodness they sell beer in the cafeteria, ’cause that’s our Saturday night date, so hey, let’s grab some baskets and the black cover for the Lilliberg chair I bought in the As-Is section) should be like driving. Leave room for people to pass. If you’re going to stop short and admire the Grundlarkesvik, step out of the aisle. Try not to bonk my toddler in the head with your giant bag full of Friksvliks when you turn around to look at the Crapskens. If you and your ambling family of eight are going there for the Blinkviks, take the shortcut, or at least walk in single file and don’t clog the aisles near the Flinfuns where I need to be.
I wish I could bring a bullhorn and cattle prod next time I go.
This bugs me. When I am shopping and someone runs into me or cuts me off and my mouth opens and says, “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”. 99% of the time the oafs that are nearby are completely oblivious and I have just assumed the blame for their action. I don’t know why I do this, but I do it all the time. I even apologize to walls if I bump into them, like it’s my fault they are in my way.
This bugs me. When I am shopping and someone runs into me or cuts me off and my mouth opens and says, “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”. 99% of the time the oafs that are nearby are completely oblivious and I have just assumed the blame for their action. I don’t know why I do this, but I do it all the time. I even apologize to walls if I bump into them, like it’s my fault they are in my way.
This bugs me. When I am shopping and someone runs into me or cuts me off and my mouth opens and says, “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”. 99% of the time the oafs that are nearby are completely oblivious and I have just assumed the blame for their action. I don’t know why I do this, but I do it all the time. I even apologize to walls if I bump into them, like it’s my fault they are in my way.
This bugs me. When I am shopping and someone runs into me or cuts me off and my mouth opens and says, “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”. 99% of the time the oafs that are nearby are completely oblivious and I have just assumed the blame for their action. I don’t know why I do this, but I do it all the time. I even apologize to walls if I bump into them, like it’s my fault they are in my way.
This bugs me. When I am shopping and someone runs into me or cuts me off and my mouth opens and says, “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”. 99% of the time the oafs that are nearby are completely oblivious and I have just assumed the blame for their action. I don’t know why I do this, but I do it all the time. I even apologize to walls if I bump into them, like it’s my fault they are in my way.
Ugh, Marla, YES! You just reminded me of another one… for the love of god, if you MUST stand like a statue on the escalator, could you please leave room to pass? I’m not exactly a type-A personality, but I am a busy girl with places to go and I almost NEVER stand still on the escalator… in fact, I’m probably running for my bus. So please, for the love of god, get out of the way and leave some space for people to get past you!
Ugh, Marla, YES! You just reminded me of another one… for the love of god, if you MUST stand like a statue on the escalator, could you please leave room to pass? I’m not exactly a type-A personality, but I am a busy girl with places to go and I almost NEVER stand still on the escalator… in fact, I’m probably running for my bus. So please, for the love of god, get out of the way and leave some space for people to get past you!
Ugh, Marla, YES! You just reminded me of another one… for the love of god, if you MUST stand like a statue on the escalator, could you please leave room to pass? I’m not exactly a type-A personality, but I am a busy girl with places to go and I almost NEVER stand still on the escalator… in fact, I’m probably running for my bus. So please, for the love of god, get out of the way and leave some space for people to get past you!
Ugh, Marla, YES! You just reminded me of another one… for the love of god, if you MUST stand like a statue on the escalator, could you please leave room to pass? I’m not exactly a type-A personality, but I am a busy girl with places to go and I almost NEVER stand still on the escalator… in fact, I’m probably running for my bus. So please, for the love of god, get out of the way and leave some space for people to get past you!
Ugh, Marla, YES! You just reminded me of another one… for the love of god, if you MUST stand like a statue on the escalator, could you please leave room to pass? I’m not exactly a type-A personality, but I am a busy girl with places to go and I almost NEVER stand still on the escalator… in fact, I’m probably running for my bus. So please, for the love of god, get out of the way and leave some space for people to get past you!
I don’t care how old, young, slow, fast, female or male, if you are within 10 feet of me going through a door, in or out, I will hold the door for you. I would venture a guess that less than HALF of the people I do this for say “Thank you.”
It drives me nuts. So I always yell, loudly, “You’re WELCOME!”
I don’t care how old, young, slow, fast, female or male, if you are within 10 feet of me going through a door, in or out, I will hold the door for you. I would venture a guess that less than HALF of the people I do this for say “Thank you.”
It drives me nuts. So I always yell, loudly, “You’re WELCOME!”
I don’t care how old, young, slow, fast, female or male, if you are within 10 feet of me going through a door, in or out, I will hold the door for you. I would venture a guess that less than HALF of the people I do this for say “Thank you.”
It drives me nuts. So I always yell, loudly, “You’re WELCOME!”
I don’t care how old, young, slow, fast, female or male, if you are within 10 feet of me going through a door, in or out, I will hold the door for you. I would venture a guess that less than HALF of the people I do this for say “Thank you.”
It drives me nuts. So I always yell, loudly, “You’re WELCOME!”
I don’t care how old, young, slow, fast, female or male, if you are within 10 feet of me going through a door, in or out, I will hold the door for you. I would venture a guess that less than HALF of the people I do this for say “Thank you.”
It drives me nuts. So I always yell, loudly, “You’re WELCOME!”
Oh I HATE it when I hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you! I also get a bit peeved when I’m two feet from a door with the stroller and the person ahead of me lets it slam, pretty much on Swee’pea’s feet.
Oh I HATE it when I hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you! I also get a bit peeved when I’m two feet from a door with the stroller and the person ahead of me lets it slam, pretty much on Swee’pea’s feet.
Oh I HATE it when I hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you! I also get a bit peeved when I’m two feet from a door with the stroller and the person ahead of me lets it slam, pretty much on Swee’pea’s feet.
Oh I HATE it when I hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you! I also get a bit peeved when I’m two feet from a door with the stroller and the person ahead of me lets it slam, pretty much on Swee’pea’s feet.
Oh I HATE it when I hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you! I also get a bit peeved when I’m two feet from a door with the stroller and the person ahead of me lets it slam, pretty much on Swee’pea’s feet.
Marla — you are SO right. The folks who amble aimlessly right down the middle of the parking lot lane, seemingly contemplating the great issues of life, get me a-swearin’ every time.
Marla — you are SO right. The folks who amble aimlessly right down the middle of the parking lot lane, seemingly contemplating the great issues of life, get me a-swearin’ every time.
Marla — you are SO right. The folks who amble aimlessly right down the middle of the parking lot lane, seemingly contemplating the great issues of life, get me a-swearin’ every time.
Marla — you are SO right. The folks who amble aimlessly right down the middle of the parking lot lane, seemingly contemplating the great issues of life, get me a-swearin’ every time.
Marla — you are SO right. The folks who amble aimlessly right down the middle of the parking lot lane, seemingly contemplating the great issues of life, get me a-swearin’ every time.
Oh, Dani, I am so signing the “slap upside the head to slow-walkers” petition. The closest I come to road rage occurs at day’s end in the summer months when I have to make a left on to Sussex from George. For each of the 20 seconds of green light there is a corresponding dumbass tourist on the curb. Light changes and the “lookit the pritty arkitektur” amble begins. Some are so oblivious to the long line of commuters waiting for them to clear outta the road that they’ve actually stopped in the middle of the intersection to take a photo of our office building while I’m gripping the steering wheel in fury not three feet from their oh-so-breakable shins. This ain’t the county fair, morons! People live here!! One of these days….. (Anyways, happily, I’m usually on the bus fantasizing about smacking teens who yell drivel into their OMG! WTF! cell phones).
Oh, Dani, I am so signing the “slap upside the head to slow-walkers” petition. The closest I come to road rage occurs at day’s end in the summer months when I have to make a left on to Sussex from George. For each of the 20 seconds of green light there is a corresponding dumbass tourist on the curb. Light changes and the “lookit the pritty arkitektur” amble begins. Some are so oblivious to the long line of commuters waiting for them to clear outta the road that they’ve actually stopped in the middle of the intersection to take a photo of our office building while I’m gripping the steering wheel in fury not three feet from their oh-so-breakable shins. This ain’t the county fair, morons! People live here!! One of these days….. (Anyways, happily, I’m usually on the bus fantasizing about smacking teens who yell drivel into their OMG! WTF! cell phones).
Oh, Dani, I am so signing the “slap upside the head to slow-walkers” petition. The closest I come to road rage occurs at day’s end in the summer months when I have to make a left on to Sussex from George. For each of the 20 seconds of green light there is a corresponding dumbass tourist on the curb. Light changes and the “lookit the pritty arkitektur” amble begins. Some are so oblivious to the long line of commuters waiting for them to clear outta the road that they’ve actually stopped in the middle of the intersection to take a photo of our office building while I’m gripping the steering wheel in fury not three feet from their oh-so-breakable shins. This ain’t the county fair, morons! People live here!! One of these days….. (Anyways, happily, I’m usually on the bus fantasizing about smacking teens who yell drivel into their OMG! WTF! cell phones).
Oh, Dani, I am so signing the “slap upside the head to slow-walkers” petition. The closest I come to road rage occurs at day’s end in the summer months when I have to make a left on to Sussex from George. For each of the 20 seconds of green light there is a corresponding dumbass tourist on the curb. Light changes and the “lookit the pritty arkitektur” amble begins. Some are so oblivious to the long line of commuters waiting for them to clear outta the road that they’ve actually stopped in the middle of the intersection to take a photo of our office building while I’m gripping the steering wheel in fury not three feet from their oh-so-breakable shins. This ain’t the county fair, morons! People live here!! One of these days….. (Anyways, happily, I’m usually on the bus fantasizing about smacking teens who yell drivel into their OMG! WTF! cell phones).
Oh, Dani, I am so signing the “slap upside the head to slow-walkers” petition. The closest I come to road rage occurs at day’s end in the summer months when I have to make a left on to Sussex from George. For each of the 20 seconds of green light there is a corresponding dumbass tourist on the curb. Light changes and the “lookit the pritty arkitektur” amble begins. Some are so oblivious to the long line of commuters waiting for them to clear outta the road that they’ve actually stopped in the middle of the intersection to take a photo of our office building while I’m gripping the steering wheel in fury not three feet from their oh-so-breakable shins. This ain’t the county fair, morons! People live here!! One of these days….. (Anyways, happily, I’m usually on the bus fantasizing about smacking teens who yell drivel into their OMG! WTF! cell phones).
it’s not the people standing on the escalator that kill me. It’s the ones who get off and stop there. Or, like the teenagers at the rideau centre are most likely to do, decide to have a detailed and involved chat at the top and the bottom of the four escalators learding to and from the food court.
I often say to them ‘BAD PLACE TO STOP, PEOPLE’ while I physically bump them on my way by.
it’s not the people standing on the escalator that kill me. It’s the ones who get off and stop there. Or, like the teenagers at the rideau centre are most likely to do, decide to have a detailed and involved chat at the top and the bottom of the four escalators learding to and from the food court.
I often say to them ‘BAD PLACE TO STOP, PEOPLE’ while I physically bump them on my way by.
it’s not the people standing on the escalator that kill me. It’s the ones who get off and stop there. Or, like the teenagers at the rideau centre are most likely to do, decide to have a detailed and involved chat at the top and the bottom of the four escalators learding to and from the food court.
I often say to them ‘BAD PLACE TO STOP, PEOPLE’ while I physically bump them on my way by.
it’s not the people standing on the escalator that kill me. It’s the ones who get off and stop there. Or, like the teenagers at the rideau centre are most likely to do, decide to have a detailed and involved chat at the top and the bottom of the four escalators learding to and from the food court.
I often say to them ‘BAD PLACE TO STOP, PEOPLE’ while I physically bump them on my way by.
it’s not the people standing on the escalator that kill me. It’s the ones who get off and stop there. Or, like the teenagers at the rideau centre are most likely to do, decide to have a detailed and involved chat at the top and the bottom of the four escalators learding to and from the food court.
I often say to them ‘BAD PLACE TO STOP, PEOPLE’ while I physically bump them on my way by.
People with pushchairs who can’t manoeuvre them properly.
People who are rude to me on the phone.
Friends who cause drama for no good reason.
The entitlementness of some people. The world owes you nothing – it was here first.
Toothache, my god, no worse pain.
Having to work!
People with pushchairs who can’t manoeuvre them properly.
People who are rude to me on the phone.
Friends who cause drama for no good reason.
The entitlementness of some people. The world owes you nothing – it was here first.
Toothache, my god, no worse pain.
Having to work!
People with pushchairs who can’t manoeuvre them properly.
People who are rude to me on the phone.
Friends who cause drama for no good reason.
The entitlementness of some people. The world owes you nothing – it was here first.
Toothache, my god, no worse pain.
Having to work!
People with pushchairs who can’t manoeuvre them properly.
People who are rude to me on the phone.
Friends who cause drama for no good reason.
The entitlementness of some people. The world owes you nothing – it was here first.
Toothache, my god, no worse pain.
Having to work!
People with pushchairs who can’t manoeuvre them properly.
People who are rude to me on the phone.
Friends who cause drama for no good reason.
The entitlementness of some people. The world owes you nothing – it was here first.
Toothache, my god, no worse pain.
Having to work!
Meandered here from Tripping the Life Unbalanced…
Oooh, pet peeves. Definitely all about the slow people. Especially large groups of slow amblers clogging up entire aisles and/or sidewalks. They need one of those ropes that the preschoolers hang on to for walks. Argh.
Also, something that really irritates me that a lot of people feel that they can’t talk about? People with electric scooters/wheelchairs who drive right up your ankles or are generally rude with or about their chairs. I understand the need for said chairs, but I’ve been clipped on more than one occasion and nearly run over on many more. Just because you have a device that allows you to travel at a clip roughly comparable to someone running the 100m dash doesn’t mean you should. In a mall. Up my ankles. And you shouldn’t honk at me to get out of the way – that’s just plain old rude. Gah!
Meandered here from Tripping the Life Unbalanced…
Oooh, pet peeves. Definitely all about the slow people. Especially large groups of slow amblers clogging up entire aisles and/or sidewalks. They need one of those ropes that the preschoolers hang on to for walks. Argh.
Also, something that really irritates me that a lot of people feel that they can’t talk about? People with electric scooters/wheelchairs who drive right up your ankles or are generally rude with or about their chairs. I understand the need for said chairs, but I’ve been clipped on more than one occasion and nearly run over on many more. Just because you have a device that allows you to travel at a clip roughly comparable to someone running the 100m dash doesn’t mean you should. In a mall. Up my ankles. And you shouldn’t honk at me to get out of the way – that’s just plain old rude. Gah!
Meandered here from Tripping the Life Unbalanced…
Oooh, pet peeves. Definitely all about the slow people. Especially large groups of slow amblers clogging up entire aisles and/or sidewalks. They need one of those ropes that the preschoolers hang on to for walks. Argh.
Also, something that really irritates me that a lot of people feel that they can’t talk about? People with electric scooters/wheelchairs who drive right up your ankles or are generally rude with or about their chairs. I understand the need for said chairs, but I’ve been clipped on more than one occasion and nearly run over on many more. Just because you have a device that allows you to travel at a clip roughly comparable to someone running the 100m dash doesn’t mean you should. In a mall. Up my ankles. And you shouldn’t honk at me to get out of the way – that’s just plain old rude. Gah!
Meandered here from Tripping the Life Unbalanced…
Oooh, pet peeves. Definitely all about the slow people. Especially large groups of slow amblers clogging up entire aisles and/or sidewalks. They need one of those ropes that the preschoolers hang on to for walks. Argh.
Also, something that really irritates me that a lot of people feel that they can’t talk about? People with electric scooters/wheelchairs who drive right up your ankles or are generally rude with or about their chairs. I understand the need for said chairs, but I’ve been clipped on more than one occasion and nearly run over on many more. Just because you have a device that allows you to travel at a clip roughly comparable to someone running the 100m dash doesn’t mean you should. In a mall. Up my ankles. And you shouldn’t honk at me to get out of the way – that’s just plain old rude. Gah!
Meandered here from Tripping the Life Unbalanced…
Oooh, pet peeves. Definitely all about the slow people. Especially large groups of slow amblers clogging up entire aisles and/or sidewalks. They need one of those ropes that the preschoolers hang on to for walks. Argh.
Also, something that really irritates me that a lot of people feel that they can’t talk about? People with electric scooters/wheelchairs who drive right up your ankles or are generally rude with or about their chairs. I understand the need for said chairs, but I’ve been clipped on more than one occasion and nearly run over on many more. Just because you have a device that allows you to travel at a clip roughly comparable to someone running the 100m dash doesn’t mean you should. In a mall. Up my ankles. And you shouldn’t honk at me to get out of the way – that’s just plain old rude. Gah!
People who walk 4 abreast on the sidewalk and will not move to let you pass. I am a “senior” and would like some respect..as in I pay taxes and would like to share the sidewalk. People with a whole shopping trolley of food in the ” 8 items or less” cash. What, you cannot count?! People who just do not say Please and thank you. How hard is it?
People who walk 4 abreast on the sidewalk and will not move to let you pass. I am a “senior” and would like some respect..as in I pay taxes and would like to share the sidewalk. People with a whole shopping trolley of food in the ” 8 items or less” cash. What, you cannot count?! People who just do not say Please and thank you. How hard is it?
People who walk 4 abreast on the sidewalk and will not move to let you pass. I am a “senior” and would like some respect..as in I pay taxes and would like to share the sidewalk. People with a whole shopping trolley of food in the ” 8 items or less” cash. What, you cannot count?! People who just do not say Please and thank you. How hard is it?
People who walk 4 abreast on the sidewalk and will not move to let you pass. I am a “senior” and would like some respect..as in I pay taxes and would like to share the sidewalk. People with a whole shopping trolley of food in the ” 8 items or less” cash. What, you cannot count?! People who just do not say Please and thank you. How hard is it?
People who walk 4 abreast on the sidewalk and will not move to let you pass. I am a “senior” and would like some respect..as in I pay taxes and would like to share the sidewalk. People with a whole shopping trolley of food in the ” 8 items or less” cash. What, you cannot count?! People who just do not say Please and thank you. How hard is it?
On behalf of the family, Dani, I’d like to point out that my mum doesn’t actually pay taxes now that she’s retired. Yeah. Nice try, mum!
On behalf of the family, Dani, I’d like to point out that my mum doesn’t actually pay taxes now that she’s retired. Yeah. Nice try, mum!
On behalf of the family, Dani, I’d like to point out that my mum doesn’t actually pay taxes now that she’s retired. Yeah. Nice try, mum!
On behalf of the family, Dani, I’d like to point out that my mum doesn’t actually pay taxes now that she’s retired. Yeah. Nice try, mum!
On behalf of the family, Dani, I’d like to point out that my mum doesn’t actually pay taxes now that she’s retired. Yeah. Nice try, mum!
Jet Blue.
Jet Blue.
Jet Blue.
Jet Blue.
Jet Blue.