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LittleMissUnreasonable · 2022-05-11T15:49:00+00:00

The other day I was trying to park in one of those private run car parks where there are no designated spaces. There was only one quite awkward space left and there was another car behind me who was practically sat on my tail trying to get this awkward spot. I decided to reverse out and find another car park but this tailgating car was not letting me go go as they were so hell-bent on getting this space and were trying to go around me. I just thought screw it and drove into the spot as I had nowhere to go. You could practically see the red mist coming from the driver's ears as they had to reverse and find another car park 😤 Another consistent one is that we have a manager who will without fail walk up to a small group of colleagues with a query and direct it to the men, completely ignoring the women. So now, even if I know the answer and the male colleague doesn't, I will just get on with my work and not intervene. It's funny to see the manager flapping around trying to work out the answer when he could have just asked...you know...a woman😱

ChilledScandi · 12/05/2022 09:29

There were really quite a lot of them. It looked amazing.

😂

TheDoveFromAboveCooCoo · 12/05/2022 09:32

ThatWriterInTheCorner · 12/05/2022 09:21

If you know me you'll already know this story, so this will absolutely out me, but I enjoy telling it so I don't care. On my first day back to work after mat leave with DD, our resident office knobber decided to share his opinion that "if" he ever had children then he and his (entirely theoretical) partner would never put them into nursery. Instead, he would earn enough money for his partner to stay at home and look after their baby. Lovely.

Important background info: Office Knobber, like many of us, often ate his lunch at his desk, using cutlery borrowed from the office canteen for this purpose. The canteen staff (quite reasonably) didn't appreciate us wandering off with all their cutlery, and would regularly make requests for the return of all their missing items. At the time, Office Knobber had managed to accumulate a massive collection of spoons and forks. (He wasn't going to take the cutlery back to the canteen, on account of being A Very Important Knobber.)

So I waited until he was out of the office for a good four-day stretch, and then I collected up all his spoons and forks from where they were scattered among his belongings and laid them out in a long, neat row, right across his desk. There were really quite a lot of them. It looked amazing. Also,completely unhinged. After a while, a couple of people walked past his desk and saw it and said, "That's brilliant" and then the word obviously got out, because over the next four days, people started coming from all over the building to make a pilgrimage to see the desk of this strange, strange man, inexplicably covered with contraband cutlery. My proudest moment was when the factory manager came from over the road to have a look. (We were all in marketing, and were therefore a bit annoying and poncey, so having someone with a real job like Factory Manager come and visit us in our natural habitat felt like a special experience).

The best part was that most of our visitors thought he'd done it himself, for inexplicable Knobber reasons of his own. The general consensus seemed to be that 1) this was somehow about what they'd expect of him (somehow) and 2) they'd always thought he was a wrong 'un and were glad to have their suspicions confirmed.

And then when he came back, I got the enjoy the even bettest best part: before he could even put down his laptop, he had to collect up all the cutlery and do the Walk Of Shame up to the canteen to return it. And because there was so much of it, all the canteen staff hated him for ever more and he always got the edge piece on pie day and he never got extra chips ever, ever again. And for the rest of his time at the company, he was known throughout every department as "that weird marketing guy who had all the cutlery on his desk".

Revenge: a dish best served with seventeen spoons and twenty-one forks.

This is my favourite MN post ever 😂😂😂

evtheria · 12/05/2022 09:32

The cutlery collector one is amazing, I genuinely wish I could have seen it!

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:32

A long time ago. Very heavily pregnant. I was in Iceland doing a shop where the groceries are delivered to you a couple of hours later. I was in a long queue. Just before I got to the front of the queue, the sign changed to show no more home deliveries were available for the day. I asked the manager if an exception could be made, as when I had joined the queue there were still delivery slots available.

His exact words were 'madam, that's not my problem'. Fair enough. I got to the front of the queue and the cashier served me. She called over the manager to help me pack it into bags as there was quite a lot of shopping. At the end, when I was asked for payment I said that I was sorry but I had changed my mind as there were now no more delivery slots available. The manager was still hovering and said that this would mean more work for him as he would have to open another till up. My words - 'that's not my problem'. I staggered out hot, flustered and empty handed but still triumphant.

Mummyratbag · 12/05/2022 09:34

I live in a part of the country where there are a lot of narrow lanes. If you meet another car coming, the polite thing to do is see who blinks first for both to stop and the person with the shortest distance to reverse does so. Sometimes the other person nearly always male will drive aggressively at you. At this point I refuse to make eye contact and make a big fuss of reversing as slowly as humanly possible without stalling.

When leaving my abusive ex I carefully and fairly divided up everything (he was working away). At the last minute as I was leaving the house I suddenly had a change of heart and went back for the thing that would piss him off the most (the video recorder - it was a long time ago). It was my final "fuck you" as I was done with being nice.

ABrotherWhoLooksLikeHellMugYou · 12/05/2022 09:36

Dd wanted her step sister to come to her bday party (which for context was a small tea party type affair at our home). I was fine with this, SS is important to DD, it was DDs birthday. Fine.

So I called DExH (d for dickhead) to invite her as I don't talk to SS's mum - her being the OW and all, we all avoid it as: awkward - and check whether the planned menu would be ok as I know SS has some dietary restrictions.

He sounded a bit cautious about the invite and after some hemming and having I managed to work out that he was essentially trying to reassure himself that I would be nice to this small girl that my DD loves. This small girl that I was attempting to include and cater for by tailoring the menu to her requirements. Anyway, my head was about to explode, but I have had a few years of practice at controlling this response now, so with only a slight frost in my tone, reassured him that I never held the actions of a parent against a child, because it was hardly her fault what her mother had chosen to do.

Yes bitchy and petty, but honestly, what did he think I was going to do? Stick her in a corner and make the other party guests dance around her shaming her because her mother had run off with my husband? Fucksake. Poor little girl, stuck with that prat as a step father.

Sorry, not as funny as some of these- I particularly enjoyed the hamster one as my Dexh likes to pull similar stunts on me. And the amazing wife. You both deserve to revel in your glory!

BigCheeseSandwich · 12/05/2022 09:37

The hamster poster 😂 😂

loopylu26 · 12/05/2022 09:39

CopenhagenMummy · 12/05/2022 09:23

I could see that my ex husband was using my HBO account to watch Game og Thrones. I came up with a plan - to say fuck you. I waited until one of the last and most awaited episodes (Battle of the Winterfell) and then changes my password on the day the new episode came out. A was lauging to myself imagining him trying to log on and then getting angry. It was petty but he deserved it 😂

My favourite so far!

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:39

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:32

A long time ago. Very heavily pregnant. I was in Iceland doing a shop where the groceries are delivered to you a couple of hours later. I was in a long queue. Just before I got to the front of the queue, the sign changed to show no more home deliveries were available for the day. I asked the manager if an exception could be made, as when I had joined the queue there were still delivery slots available.

His exact words were 'madam, that's not my problem'. Fair enough. I got to the front of the queue and the cashier served me. She called over the manager to help me pack it into bags as there was quite a lot of shopping. At the end, when I was asked for payment I said that I was sorry but I had changed my mind as there were now no more delivery slots available. The manager was still hovering and said that this would mean more work for him as he would have to open another till up. My words - 'that's not my problem'. I staggered out hot, flustered and empty handed but still triumphant.

You were being unreasonable. I know it must have been frustrating, but if there were no more delivery slots, what on earth did you want him to do, pluck one out of thin air?

I'm sure you felt very triumphant wasting your time as well, and the poor cashier's as well. Badly done.

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:40

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:39

You were being unreasonable. I know it must have been frustrating, but if there were no more delivery slots, what on earth did you want him to do, pluck one out of thin air?

I'm sure you felt very triumphant wasting your time as well, and the poor cashier's as well. Badly done.

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Thanks for the feedback 😂

ancientgran · 12/05/2022 09:44

Mummyratbag · 12/05/2022 09:34

I live in a part of the country where there are a lot of narrow lanes. If you meet another car coming, the polite thing to do is see who blinks first for both to stop and the person with the shortest distance to reverse does so. Sometimes the other person nearly always male will drive aggressively at you. At this point I refuse to make eye contact and make a big fuss of reversing as slowly as humanly possible without stalling.

When leaving my abusive ex I carefully and fairly divided up everything (he was working away). At the last minute as I was leaving the house I suddenly had a change of heart and went back for the thing that would piss him off the most (the video recorder - it was a long time ago). It was my final "fuck you" as I was done with being nice.

This happened to me once to often and I refused to move. He got angry and said he was calling the police and I told him to carry on. I got a newspaper out of my shopping bag and started reading it.

He gave in.

YesINameChangedToAnswer · 12/05/2022 09:44

@Indicatrice I doubt it was because if the lack of delivery slots but more of the arrogant and rude manner in which the man spoke to the customer? The woman did her shopping with the expectation that she would be able to get it home using a service they offered. When the service was removed without warning, at the very least, the shop could have been polite about it and explained that there was nothing they could do. But no. He was rude and deserved what he got.

magicstar1 · 12/05/2022 09:45

My dad was a foreman on a building site and sent an apprentice to the suppliers for some parts. The guy there was so rude that the apprentice came back without anything and quite upset. So my dad went in the next day with a huge list. The man behind the counter spent ages running around the place putting the order together...up ladders, down in the basement, outside etc.
When it was all done and packaged up, my dad told him to stick it up his arse, and that they'd get no more orders from him.

Newestname002 · 12/05/2022 09:47

magicstar1 · 12/05/2022 09:45

My dad was a foreman on a building site and sent an apprentice to the suppliers for some parts. The guy there was so rude that the apprentice came back without anything and quite upset. So my dad went in the next day with a huge list. The man behind the counter spent ages running around the place putting the order together...up ladders, down in the basement, outside etc.
When it was all done and packaged up, my dad told him to stick it up his arse, and that they'd get no more orders from him.

Good on your dad!! And how short sighted of the supplier. 👏🏻👏🏻

faw2009 · 12/05/2022 09:47

These are brilliant. Made me guffaw.

Mine isn't really passive aggressive, more like karma. My DH has occasionally left chewed up gum out cos he can't be bothered to put them in the bin. I never touch these as why should I? And it's disgusting.

One day he was most distressed as he had been lying on a heating pad on the floor, not realising that gum was slowly melting between (slightly furry) pad and one of his favourite jumpers. It took him ages to get the stuff off!

Mummyratbag · 12/05/2022 09:47

@ancientgran OMG that is fab!

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:50

YesINameChangedToAnswer · 12/05/2022 09:44

@Indicatrice I doubt it was because if the lack of delivery slots but more of the arrogant and rude manner in which the man spoke to the customer? The woman did her shopping with the expectation that she would be able to get it home using a service they offered. When the service was removed without warning, at the very least, the shop could have been polite about it and explained that there was nothing they could do. But no. He was rude and deserved what he got.

It was the end of the day, give the guy a break, he did say sorry, what was he supposed to do, grovel?

Shop staff aren't there to bow and scrape to you.

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:52

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:40

Thanks for the feedback 😂

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I can see why you didn't get the slot now, tbh 😂

DifficultBloodyWoman · 12/05/2022 09:53

No, he was supposed to be polite.

saying ‘Not my problem’ is not polite. It is not helpful. It is not good customer service. It is the opposite. It is bad customer service.

Toddlerteaplease · 12/05/2022 09:53

Found a severely neglected and very hungry cat. Next to a note on a non saying kit to feed him as he is a fine actor. Wrote a letter from the cat, (now safely in a rescue) to the feeders, telling them he was not a fine 'actor' he actually has end stage liver failure.

whereismybike · 12/05/2022 09:54

Just after University, I lived in a shared house with people I'd not known before. There was one bedroom on the ground floor, and it's occupant liked to go to the cheap midweek student nights at clubs in town and bring friends back to our place. They would come in after midnight screaming, 'singing' etc, put loud music on in her bedroom and dance around the living room/hall way and her room until they basically passed out, or moved on to getting stoned. This was bloody irritating for those of us who needed to be up early for work. If asked to be quiet they would turn the music down for a few minutes then back up again. Her stance was that everyone should just join in and stop being boring. Everyone else complained about it but only I would ever mention it to her.

On day, a light bulb went and it fused the electrics and I had to go hunting for the fuse box. It turned out to be a very old fashioned thing with huge fuse wire boxes that can be slotted in and out and crucially with a separate labelled fuse for each fuse and for the kitchen. Which gave me an idea. The next time the music came on I crept to the fuse cupboard and removed the downstairs fuse. They were totally out of it and had no idea what to do so went to bed and I had replaced it before they woke up. I was planning to leave it there, as a simple slightly PA move.

But Housemate decided that it had happened just as they turned the music up so the stereo was clearly to blame. I said I thought it unlikely but agreed to ask my (fictional) electrician friend. He (fictionally) confirmed that this was in fact a problem with old wiring, particularly at night when there is more electricity in the wires due the the lower demand. Having been damaged once, there was a good chance that if it happened again the whole system would need to be replaced and it would be very obvious what had caused it so the LL would probably charge Housemate for the expensive repairs. To save her from this, we all agreed that after 10pm no-one would play loud music.

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:55

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:52

I can see why you didn't get the slot now, tbh 😂

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I really don't understand why you keep coming back and criticising me, @Indicatrice. It's a bit odd.

Motnight · 12/05/2022 09:57

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:50

It was the end of the day, give the guy a break, he did say sorry, what was he supposed to do, grovel?

Shop staff aren't there to bow and scrape to you.

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It wasn't the end of the day. And he didn't say sorry!

Indicatrice · 12/05/2022 09:57

DifficultBloodyWoman · 12/05/2022 09:53

No, he was supposed to be polite.

saying ‘Not my problem’ is not polite. It is not helpful. It is not good customer service. It is the opposite. It is bad customer service.

He didn't say 'Not my problem' though. Why lie?

kitchenceilingwaterleak · 12/05/2022 09:58

When DS was a baby, he had various issues that meant he had a wheelchair buggy. Essentially an adapted seat, on a pushchair frame but which functions as a wheelchair. Thanks to all the adaptions they are a) big and b) weigh a flipping ton. They're definitely not lightweight.
While they do fold in one piece, it's not a compact fold and actually it's easier to take the seat off the frame first and then fold the frame. Usually I used to fold it in one piece and stuff it in the boot of the car.

I was in the local shopping centre car park loading DS in the car. I deliberately picked this particular space because it was on a corner so had more room. Some prat in a souped up car decided that he needed the space because he didn't want to scratch his paintwork 'and could you get a fucking move on, luv'.
So instead of the fold in one go and stuff in move, I made sure I completely dismantled the buggy into its component parts. Seat off the frame, frame folded, packed into car slooooooowly and carefully and then repeated the move with the seat. It took me the best part of 20 minutes because I wasn't in any hurry.