Next door are having a massive fight about google

"I once saw two big muscly fierce looking men yelling at each other in Russian or Polish or something on my street. They both looked really angry. I crossed the road to get past them safely and I heard one of them break into English and shout at the other in a thick accent “so that’s three glasses of flour and one egg, ok thanks, bye”.

I love this one!

DH and I witnessed a fabulous argument in a dim sum restaurant in Australia (I can't even remember which city it was now). It was the type that they wheel steaming carts with lots of bamboo baskets around the tables. So two of the waitresses had been glaring at each other for a while, and it erupted into a big, shouty argument. Some of the waiting staff stepped in to keep them apart, some joined in and the rest stood nearby observing. I have not idea what it was about, DH speaks a little Cantonese but only enough to work out that one of them thought the other one had taken something.

It was fascinating, until we realised that we weren't getting any food as all the trolley pushers had involved themselves with the argument. Fortunately a manager came out and yelled at everyone and they started whisking their trolleys around the room.

Well everyone knows what luke warm water is - it's water that lukes warm!

Bonkers but I like it! It could be like your superpower! I can see all the blues!

Crabbity and Alpaca, I've long had the idea that people can 'best see' colours which are the same colour as their own eyes, IYSWIM? I have green eyes, so I think my visions of varying shades of green are better than other colours. And, so, people with blue or brown or grey eyes see varying shades of each of those colours better. Bonkers!!

Crabbity, I had a similar argument with my now-DH and it ended in a similar fashion! I vaguely remember howling 'but you will never know what I see because you can't see through my eyes!'

"well maybe if I'd have had my glasses 53 years ago I'd have picked a better looking husband!"

Chortle

MrsJackRackham
Two pensioners were having a blazing row in a pub I worked in. They were having an argument about what was the toughest stain to remove from a carpet. One said Ribina the other insisted it was Irn Bru. It got so bad that the Ribina gent invited the Irn Bru gent outside for a square go 😁

We paid for stain removal protection and they said the only two things they can’t get out is Lilly pollen and irn bru stains.

I once had a blazing row with a friend over wether it could be raining at one end of our town and not the other. She was determined that was impossible (our town is about a mile from one end to the other maybe less. We argued on and off for about 4 hours.

I started a row at school that ended with our whole friendship group of 10+ teens split down the middle screaming in full fledged fury at each other.

It was over whether you couldn't be sure that the colours you saw were the same as other people saw. The colour you all call blue could be different but you all know it as blue because you can only see through your own eyes.

My next door neighbours frequently have blazing rows..well until recently it was her screeching at him for hours but the last few months we have heard his voice shouting back

We know she has had to remortgage, is fed up of doing all the cooking and he has something which could 'burst' while on holiday, and what will they do. They're on holiday at the moment.

We once had to call the Fire Service out and she could be heard screeching over the Fire Engine. It was funny seeing perplexed faces looking in the direction of her noise

Dh and I were planning the route for a long distance walk (sat at home looking at maps). I suggested taking a particular route up a hill as it looked less steep and that somehow ended up as an argument which ended with dh saying "you might as well just tarmac Everest!".

Dp told me he didn't care about my idea that if humans could fly, we would need to fly wearing moterbike helmets else bugs would get in our eyes. He said goggles would be better. Clearly he's an idiot because obviously if you and a bird crashed into each other in the sky, wearing a moterbike helmet is better protection than bloody glasses. Getting cross thinking about it again.

My favourite was at the till in TK maxx where a woman and her husband (both 70s) were in front of me paying. She passed the bra to the woman on the till, asking the woman what size it was, whilst husband stood there rolling his eyes. It was one of them crop top type sleeping bras. Woman told her it's a size medium and she says yes I know I saw that on the hanger but what bra size do you think it'd fit? Woman on till looks at the tag closer and reads out the cup sizes and woman says 'no well that's not going to be any good then, is it, what do you think? Shall I have a look at the other sizes....?'

I'm stood there waiting and another few people join me in the queue. bloke says 'well I think you should have brought your glasses like I told you to!' So she walks off leaving him and the basket shouting 'well maybe if I'd have had my glasses 53 years ago I'd have picked a better looking husband!'

DontHarshMyMello I am HOWLING.

I have had proper rows with more than one person about fictitious lottery wins. Mostly because apparently 'I have no aspirations'

My husband and I (we never row) had a massive row about our lottery win.
I said we still need to keep some for the future he said we should spend spend spend. There was shouting and swearing. I said THIS MONEY HAS CHANGED YOU AND ITS FOR THE WORSE.
I stomped into our room and hid his work socks and deleted his candy crush app from his phone.
We havent even won the lottery and most months we have only have £40 a month spare after all the bills

My ndn. Young couple 2 kids. I'd seen the man go out that evening then around 10pm I heard woman (assuming on the phone)..you said you would be back at 9:30 - then quiet. It's now gone 10!! - then quiet. You know what don't bother coming back here I'm locking the door you're not coming back in. Then didn't hear anything else. Woke up in the morning and opened my bedroom curtains to see said man sock on Sat on the patio chair in their back garden with his head on the table. So obviously she never let him back in

Had a massive argument with my now ex over him saying a certain actor was in Pretty Woman. I showed him cast lists but he argued that the guy was such a small actor at the time that he wasn't credited for the film. I showed him the name and picture of the actual actor but he still argued with me. It eventually led to him saying I draw him into arguments like that in order to humiliate and belittle him since he has memory issues even though I said it had nothing to do with his memory but was that he hated being wrong. It lasted two days.

There was another argument about the lead singer of a band. He said he was not an original band member and the first album listed a different lead singer. so I showed him proof that he in fact started the band with his mate and the others joined. He was having none of it and said he was right due to the fact he'd been a fan for 13 years and I couldn't take that away from him

She was indeed!!!

haus yep - she was hilarious!!!

@ShackUp, was it SirChenjin who once told of a guy in M&S on the Saturday before Christmas, who had clearly been sent out with a Christmas present shopping list from his DW, yelling down the phone at her "taupe? TAUPE? TAUPE? What the fuck kind of colour is taupe?"

Massively annoyed red-faced bloke talking with huge sound and fury about a third party to a woman in a car park, and very definitely trying to play the Hard Man: "you tell him, right, you tell him. I'll see him here on Monday. I'll see him. I'll see him here and we'll get this sorted. I want it SORTED." Pause. "But tell him not to be late, because there's something I want to watch on BBC at 9 o'clock."

It was before the days of Sky+.

ASK ANYONE
ASK MA MUM

I think expensive cracker woman needs six episodes on Netflix to truly peel back the roots of her rage.

But there's no barney like a pre Internet barney. I had a schoolfriend who would furiously argue the most laughable theories to the point of spitting.

The most memorable was when she insisted that Jimmy Savile wasn't called Jimmy Savile, but was in fact named Jim'll Fixit. Because they WOULDN'T CALL IT THAT ON THE TELLY IF IT WASN'T HIS NAME.

We also had an ongoing feud about large hardback books. She maintained these were all referred to as 'annuals' and that she owned thirty six.

borntobequiet PMSL at your mum's overinflated worries about wok theft