to find ditherers annoying

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I was queueing in a national trust tea room, moving glacially slowly, as ever. In front of me was a woman who, when she was actually served, faffed around choosing a drink and a cake, as though she hadn't been standing in front of the cakes and the boards listing the drinks for a good 5 minutes.she was totally oblivious to the queue behind her and dithered around comparing the cakes as though she'd never seen them in her life. It seems to happen all the time, and it's always women. Why can't they just make their minds up?

I don't mind if they are old and slow generally. I do mind if they are colleagues umming and ahhing about what to grab from a sandwich shop when we have a train to catch.

And its always the ones who say they eat anything. Except, it turns out, fish. Oh and I don't like mayo in sandwiches. And I'm not keen on brown bread. Plus I try and eat low calories every other Tuesday. Oh dear that ones got mustard in it.

JUST PICK A BLOODY SANDWICH!

People who get in the bus, then decide to look for their Oyster card. FFS, I'm sure that waiting for a bus and then one appearing was not a surprise for you!

YANBU. There should be separate queues for ditherers

LOL at all the ragers in NT tea rooms.

How can you be in a NT tea rum and also be in a hurry? Surely being anywhere near the NT means you are....just killing time?

Either go to the NT and relax and go with the flow, or go somewhere a bit mire high octane which warrents such high stress levels.

My DH is a ditherer.

He gives me the rage.

However he is an incredibly patient person and never gets annoyed anyone. He really doesn't understand why I'm so impatient all the time.

My mother is the worst kind of ditherer. A decisive ditherer. She decides at 9am to go to Asda. Nothing can be planned because she's going to Asda soon.

Then she will dither about all day until finally getting there about 3pm.

Then she has to go to the cafe for a coffee before any shopping can be done.

Then eventually she will finish, about 5pm, and decide to nip into B&Ms next door before going home... Actually no I'll go tomorrow.. oh wait no I'm meeting Sandra for a coffee tomorrow it will have to be Wednesday.

YOU ARE STOOD OUTSIDE THE FUCKING SHOP NOW MOTHER! JUST GO IN!

Finally, she returns home, from the quick supermarket trip that turned into a 10 hour ditherthon and announces "im sick of wasting my Saturday food shopping"

Thars

*That's when I have to leave the room.

Disclaimer - I refuse to go shopping with her now, my blood pressure can't take it.

I made the mistake of marrying a ditherer. I'm surprised he managed to make the snap decision to give me his number in all honesty. We'll plan a day out, after much discussion and I'll finally think, 'Great, we've come to a decision, I can start getting prepared'. Then 10 minutes later, or even the next day, he'll start the conversation from scratch because he didn't seem to register coming to an agreement as being the end of the conversation! Drives me fecking bonkers.

There's one thing about ditherers that I would say - thieves use dithering, or your embarrassment about being a ditherer - to steal.

I moan about slowcoaches but I reserve the right to take my time.

So never let people hassle you. As Shaw Taylor said .

I'm getting on a bit. The image of peeled eyeballs has always been quite distrubing.

Each person must be hugged and kissed. Ugh. Then there must be a five minute conversation with each person. Then a few random group conversations. Then we move to the hallway, chatting all the way. Then a pause at the front door for another chat. Then we stand in the drive for oh, a good 15 minutes or so. Then all the relatives take turns to kiss each child as they enter the car.

Oh god yes. 100% ^

tiggytape My Spanish teacher taught me that stalling by elongating was a good tactic while you're searching for the word or verb ending. It is. Up to a point.

I noticed it particularly with a Brazilian who spoke English who we all referred to as: 'Eeeeeeeee...'

Oh the goodbye ditherer. DS is one of these (inherited the ditherer gene from DH sadly). He will stand at the window shouting good bye and waving , long after the person has disappeared from view. That's after the 5 minutes of shouting and talking from the window, blowing kisses and more waving, giving thumbs up etc. Child, say goodbye, give a wave and come away from the window!
He has actually been late into school because he's been so busy saying good-bye to DH he didn't notice the door being shut. And DH doesn't notice, just lets him dither rather than giving him a firm goodbye, now hurry in. [eye roll].

Choosing from a menu does not require great thought. Some people act like they're on death row and this is the last morsel of food that they will see in their lifetime.
I'm going to think of this line to keep me smiling next time I am stuck in a queue behind someone making the truly life changing decision of whether to have one shot or two in their latte, no, make that a cappuccino, with chocolate sprinkles, no, without...now what would I like to eat...

All those little cards and booklets that describe every chocolate in detail and send ditherers into fits of indecision - I put in the bin so everyone has to either memorise the wrappers or take their chances

Genius idea!!

I loathe and detest and HATE the person in front of me at the supermarket checkout, who watches all her millions of items rolling towards end of the counter, just standing there ... and eventually,when they're all piled up, starts putting them in bags. And then ... it's like 'ooooh, do I have to PAY?' Involving much time spent scrabbling in bottom of bag for purse, wallet, what the fuck, for cash, card ... and just when I think I might get my items scanned and paid for before I die of old age, out come the sodding tokens ...

Actual laugh out loud at the supermarket trip being "a 10 hour ditherthon"

MN really is an education. Not only is my DH a spoonyfucker, he is also a ditherer. He gives me the RAGE.

Suitcases. 2 years ago we realised that DD needed her own suitcase (and she takes more 'stuff' on holiday than we do now). Went to a shop, saw one she really liked. I suggested we got the set because they were ridiculously cheap (for hard shell cases) and ours were starting to look tatty as well. Nope. Dithered about and we ended up not buying. For the next 2 weeks he went into every bloody shop that sold suitcases and didn't buy one. FINALLY agreeing that the ones we saw in the first place were the best...went back and the bloody shop had closed down.

Still don't have new suitcases.

Food. We eat out every couple of days when we are at our caravan. Me and DD decide what to eat within 5 mins. He spends 30 minutes and eventually chooses that same meal he has EVERY SINGLE TIME (oh, and then complains that mine looks nicer).

Holidays. I spend a couple of weeks going through our options, pricing them up etc and giving him a final choice of say 5 places. He can't decide. He goes through all the options I have discounted, so I have to tell him why I have discounted them (too dear, bad flights, no kids clubs etc). He takes another couple of weeks. By then of the 5 I have chosen, 2 will be full so he searches to see if another tour operator does them (they don't). Eventually I choose where we are going and tell him. He then complains that he always wanted 'the other one'

FFS.

My Mum is champion ditherer but her worst is coffee shops as I found one day when we popped into Costa mid shopping trip.

My Mum only likes milky coffee so I suggested either a cappuccino or filter coffee with lots of milk. Oh no. She asks the server to describe every single coffee on the board. Then she uhmms and ahhhs (whilst the queue mounts behind her along with their rage). Finally she's made her decison! A latte. The girl then asks her which size, small, medium or bucket at which point my Mum doss the "Oooo, how smalls a small and how bigs the medium? Can I see the cups?" line.

I recall I actually muttered " oh for fucks sake" and stomped off to a table with my drink (which by now had gone tepid).

Ltevedallas, that sounds annoying.

My DH never comes shopping with me, and could not give a toss what suitcase I bought.

With holidays, I give him two options I have chosen first.

I even put a bid on a house ( we now live in) when he was on a business trip.

DH chooses and buys kids clothes and sports gear.

This joint decision making couples do sounds exhausting. We divide and conquer. Just wanted to put the idea out there!

Unfortunately FiscalCliff, DH is also a sulkyfucker. He's a lot better than he used to be, but it's very much a work in progress

Any decisions that effect only DD, I make and he is generally fine with that, but anything that effects him too have to be dissected until the nth degree or he sulks about what he 'may be missing'. Bloody man.