to get annoyed with people who are not ready when it's their turn?

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I stood behind a woman in the queue in H&M today for 20 minutes. When she got to the counter she wanted to exchange something. The lady serving asked for her receipt. Cue 10 minutes of searching all her carrier bags, her handbag, her pockets, her purse, through 100 other receipts that were in her purse, the floor before she finally located it. The queue got longer and longer and longer.

I also find this at the airport when people wait until it's their turn to put their stuff in the little tray thing to take off their belt/shoes, take out their laptop/liquds. Why not do it while you're waiting, so you can just put it in when you get there?

AIBU to think that you should have your receipt/card/cash/shoes/liquids or whatever to hand if you've been waiting to be served for 20 minutes?

And, and, and ... contrary to popular opinion, you don't have to wait until your toast has gone through. You can parallel toast and shove in a continual line of toast.

Regarding the supermarket queue, if I am clutching my purse in my hand as the shopping is scanned, I will only have one hand free to pack my shopping, which will make that much, much slower but it is not unreasonable to expect me to have my purse handy at the top of my handbag, with any vouchers - and that's what I do.

I think the Doctor's receptionist who asked an earlier poster to remove her tights and knickers in the waiting room was utterly barking. If I were that poster, I would go for my next smear with an extra pair of tights and knickers on and would cheerfully strip them off in the waiting room, ^and hand them to the receptionist with a cheerful, "Can you hang onto these for me then? Don't worry, the discharge is. It too bad today!" [evil]

celticparalympian they told me they'd have a word with her. I was young and it probably surprised them to get a complaint. It was about 23 years ago. If it happened these days I wouldn't have let it go.

morriszapp my MIL is a wine snob connoissseur.

A restaurants we used to wait starving while she would impress bore the sommelier with her knowledge gleaned from the Daily Telegraph and crappy wine tours while perusing the wine list and dropping in words such as 'Chateau d'Yquem' and 'botrytis'. It could be at least 30 minutes before she would even look at the food menu.

In the the end I learned to say: 'Ignore her. I'm eating this and I want to drink this, and I want to do it now.'

sdtgevilwolef I was the 'pop your knicks off' patient. Genius suggestion. I so want to go back in time.

On reading back (thanks CelticMcBean) I'm so pleased that some of us are still outraged at people who would like to rush us into oblivion.

I used to work with someone who, transported back to Poland in 1943, would undoubtedly have said: 'Don't fuss. Just leave your clothes in a neat pile and close the iron door behind us.'

Just fucking wait, you impatient bastards.

btw I'm not accepting any accusations of Godwin's Law for my previous post. So ner.

You are the sort of impatient bastards who would condone the concept of a boot stamping on a human face forever if stuck behind a ditherer at the self-service checkout at Tesco.

Limitedperiodonly I'm not sure this thread really deserves to be compared to a nazi death camp.
inability to operate the self service tills or spreading over to the self service till next to you with your hundreds of bags from your full trolley is a lining up against a wall at dawn offence tho

you're right limited being annoyed with a queue ditherer is exactly the same as stamping on someone's face!

Hmm...amusing right till the odd observations by limited have you been drinking

I'll add my story. I also hate ditherers, but you'd probably hate to be behind me in Tesco, trying to balance the shopping on the baby in the pram whilst simultaneously trying to herd the twins in the right direction hasn't ever happened I have had to chase them round the shop and leave a shop assistant with the baby oh no not me

I am a nightmare to be behind when it's just me and the children! (The upshot is though that I'm so embarrassed I just want to get out as soon as possible so am ready with my purse!)

Me and DD almost did miss our flight recently. A lovely family, mum, dad, five children had to put their stuff on the rolling things for X-ray. Children had all packed their own hand luggage (as had my 11YO DD). My DD hadn't put bottles of bubbles, roll on deodorant, umpteen electronic games in hers. It must have taken around 35 minutes to get them through.
As we ran toward gate 35 we kept hearing 'will the rips family please proceed to gate 35 the flight is waiting to depart'.

And, I should add the dad seemed most put out that he had to taste the milk in his baby's bottle.

I got DD through customs at gatwick like a
ninja last time. One word. Reins. Pram folded, stuff in see through bag prepped, cardigan on pram. I'm awesome.

Top tip if you want to get through passport control with a baby. Ask helper person to hold DD while you fill in the form. I have never been rushed through so quickly. DD has done 12 flights in her less than 2 years.

You are totally not being unreasonable. I feel a rant coming on...

I don't get why people think they need to have the entire contents of their house in their handluggage on a plane.

I frequently do reasonably long haul (7-8 hours depending on the wind) and have realised all I need is my handbag, which doesn't need ANY liquid in at all. I wear slip on shoes, trousers that fit (so no belt required) and my travelling handbag has an outside pocket that is just the right size for a passport to go into so its always at hand. At Abu Dhabi airport if I'm on the morning flight rather than the red eye, I can be through the baggage drop, through passport control and the scanners and in the bar departure lounge within 10 minutes of my arrival at the airport. Even late at night when its busier, its 20-25 mins max

If I have to take my work laptop, I don't take a handbag on the plane. Simple. Laptop and iPad come out and through the scanner, everything else stays in.

And if you know you're going through a scanner (well, durrrrrrrr if you're at an airport) why would you have loads of loose change in your pockets. That's what a purse is for.

Before people whinge at this point of view, I know its different with children, but still, some element of control over this is required. And I don't get why parents would allow even 11 year olds to pack their own hand luggage when there are such strict rules - how do you know that they won't just add something stupid like their toy knives or actual knives so they can eat their dinner, or stink bombs or other such nonsense that is likely to get you all in bother and waste your time as well as everyone elses.

Oh and just to add - nobody needs their sunglasses on a plane. Why they cannot be in a glasses case in your handbag/hand luggage, I do not know. Nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Then again, this one really gets my goat, people thinking it necessary to wear sunglasses inside buildings. Take them off, you look like a dick. And I am getting riled up because I have a meeting in 30 minutes with a dick who always has his sunglasses on his head throughout the meeting every week and I just want to pull them off his head and throw them out of the 13th floor window.

Ooooh that was a nice rant for so early in a morning, I enjoyed that

Interestingly enough Vertrude, the multi bagged family were flying to Abu Dhabi. They'd been on leave and had a horrible DD about the age of mine.

I clicked on this all ready to agree vigorously with the OP (which I do).

But the debate has reminded me of another pet hate: people who officiously guard their place in a tenuous queue with elbows, darting glares and treading on the heels of the person in front, when a queue is told to merge.

Eg., last time I went to the airport, it was unclear which of two lines was for UK passport control, because they'd left two signs up and the queues were all very long and wiggly. So someone came along, removed one sign and called out to everyone to merge into one queue. I was in the right one and a family with toddlers were just ahead of me in the other, tried to step across and found a wall of wankers performing a Roman shield maneouvre with their luggage.

Why?!

Why do people do this?

When it is pure luck you're in the right queue and someone has just told you to let people from the other queue merge in?

Sorry, not totally on topic but I had to share.

I do fume at checkout people who tell the dithery customer in front 'no problem' when they're deciding what to buy/fannying around. Erm, actually, I do have a problem, my car is on the meter just like yours and you are taking five minutes to buy three things.

Ha ha, this was me yesterday in Next. Got to the till and then couldn't find my gift card. So held the queue up while searching for it. In my defence my arms were full of towels, lamps and wrapping paper so I couldn't search for it beforehand. Plus I didn't realise how long it would take to find it in my purse!

People who ring my work, sit through the ten minute long automated menu and queue to speak to an advisor, to ask for their account number, and then when I say 'ok your account number is xxxxxxxx' go, oh wait let me get a pen. Die!

You know the people who dump their wire shopping bag down at the end of the conveyor belt so that it isn't sitting inside the one below - so its sitting diagonally with the handles flapped inwards? They are stupid.

Now, the real fuckwits are the people who follow who don't, as reasonable, civilized people do, pick up the offending basket and put flat on the top of the stack so you can put the next basket on top ok. They, and the next few people who follow the rebelion should all be banned from shopping for life.

People who sit on the aisle seat on a bus, when the window seat is free, and/or dump bags on the seat next to them when the bus is busy. You paid for one seat, not two!

School gate mums (most of them). Gaggle of witches.

People over the age of 14 who use text speak.

People who eat with their mouths open, or make schmacky/sluuuurpy/mmmmmmmmm noises when they eat or drink.

People of schnoooooorttttt big squelchy snotty bogey snorts. Get a bloody tissue!

People who jump queues.

Peple who pretend not to see their dogs taking a massive dump in the park so that they don't have to pick it up (nice suprise for someone having a picnic).

People who talk to you like a small child. 'Shall we see the doctor now, darling?'. Shall we? I think I'll go alone, thanks.

People who try to strike up a conversation when you are obviously doing something else (so you'll be on the phone to a supplier threatening to come over and rip his head off when you hear 'new jacket, Paw? That's nice - where did you get it from? My sister has one like that and blah blah blah').

On reflection, most people annoy me. In fact, I would probably have picked a fight with Mother Teresa on a bad day.

I bet Mother Teresa was a faffer. All that blinking serenity.

And that wasn't her real name either. And she wasn't a mother. Hiding out in India, eh? I have serious doubts.

MorrisZapp - classic. I memorise everyone's orders at restaurants so I can direct the waiter when they are all too busy chatting to notice their food's arrived.

My little sister nicknamed me Bella because I'm such a bossy cow...

Everybody should shop at Aldi.

Aldi do not tolerate queue sloths. If you aren't ready, they just chuck your stuff at you and bark at you until you've made your choices on the pinpad.

Shopping at Aldi has taught me how to be lightening quick at the till...LOL