What is your idea of hell on earth?

[Aubreylights]

So nothing biblical.

For me today it was ASDA, 1pm on a Sunday, event going on nearby so huge amount of traffic to get in, even longer queues inside, screaming kids, adults barging by you, having to queue for customer service.

Anything else would include cave diving, pot holing or being on a submarine.

Having to listen to you tube channels aimed at kids/ teens especially the ones with those God forsaken tedious challenges/pranks and screeching that could crack double glazing or being forced to watch a Take That concert

Oh indeed. Why do people love it? I know someone who is hardly ever at home. Always staying overnight at other peoples’ houses. We don’t do that nor do we have anyone stay overnight here. All the pressure of having to be on form the next day when you just want to crack on. No ta x

Having 3 children, especially close in age. Say 3 under 4 or something like that 😱

Hell is a call centre.

Working in one is not fun.

In some, outbound = sales and inbound = complaints.

It’s common for every aspect of your working day to be timed/recorded - every call, every bit of after-call admin, every toilet break etc.

There is often an obsession with keeping call times short, to the extent that some workers hang up on customers to improve their statistics.

For added pressure/humiliation, some call centres email every individual worker’s statistics to the rest of the team each week.

You might have to recite every word of the script like a robot, regardless of what the customer says.

I won’t say much about the angry customers as they were the least of my worries.

Phoning a call centre is also not fun, especially most of the ones for banks and utility companies.

After going through a long list of options, listening to repeated automated messages I don’t need to hear, and being on hold for about half an hour, I finally get to speak to a person, briefly. Then, I’m usually transferred and cut off.

We’re all so different! I had three under three and a half and it was a riot of fun! Looking back now, 28 years later, I’ve no idea how I coped, but I absolutely know they were the best years of my life 😊

You win. That really does sound like hell.

Being stuck on a coach long distance with lots of kids watching loud videos and doing ear splitting screeches again and again. I'm too hot as the heating is on and the sun is shining in my eyes. I can smell a disgusting smell from the loo and have back pain and being made to eat sausage rolls. My phone's out of power and I've got a good book but can't read it as I don't have my reading glasses. The scenery outside is depressing. I'm hungry, tired and very thirsty.

@Barbadossunset As a pupil. The other pupils were so competitive when it came to sports and I was so horrendously awkward.

I used to take a coach to Gatwick airport occasionally. It was a 3-4 journey and on one occasion, an overtired baby screamed for three hours non-stop.

But much worse was being partly surrounded by people who were coughing and sneezing. I would inevitably catch whatever they had and get ill on holiday. 😟. Flying home with a sinus infection is really not fun - the change in air pressure hurts!

Huddersfield town centre.

Huddersfield children’s swimming pool. My mum thought it would be lovely for me to take my DS’s when they were younger while she sat on the side with a cup of tea. It was crowded, noisy, boiling hot, water spraying at me from all directions and I had to keep an eye on two children. I’m autistic and it was sensory hell. I made the mistake of going down one of the slides…some bright spark thought it a fun idea for the slide participant to be sprayed in the face with so much water that they feel like they’re drowning!

Elvis impersonators playing really loudly at the Care Home across the road. They play on the bandstand overlooking our garden so it is like we are in the audience. But worse is Tammy Wynette impersonator singing Stand by your Man. It goes on for hours and is so very loud. I do wonder if the poor residents really like it and just cannot escape. They seem to prefer the Beatles and have a sing along. I thought I was being a miserable old git but my grandchildren say it is truly hellish.

It is a single track road and loads of people pile in with cars and all get stuck and swear at each other adding to the ambience.

Water parks with the kids- basically trying to stop them from dying for a few hours when I’m as bad a swimmer! Also indoor car parks with tiers- although I was proud at the weekend when I reversed neatly first time with a queue behind me into the dodgiest corner on the second floor from the top!!

Once worked in a supermarket, my Sunday hell was people frantically knocking at the glass doors as we started to lock up and 'mouthing'..."But I only want a ...." at the staff, despite the fact it was 4pm and we'd been open since 10am...and it was every Bloody Sunday too.

Trying to get an appointment to see a GP ?

I’m with Jean Paul Sartre on this, hell is other people.

And indoor swimming pools,

And camping,

And parties,

And other people’s children

Hosting kids' birthday parties.

A 'girly' spa day.

Hats off to you! Couldn't cope with another one on top of my one, never mind two 😂

Having a broken wrist on Sat morning and sitting in A and E where one doctor and one nurse practitioner were trying to cope with all of us poorly people. then seeing how some think that shouting and banging the counter will make any difference.

All inclusive unless it's 5 star.

I wholeheartedly agree.

When they were younger, I also loved that my children could spend 2-3 weeks running around in the fresh air without once looking at a screen of any sort. We tended to camp in farmer's fields and steered clear of anything that had any sort of clubhouse/entertainment facilities (although yes to hot showers and flushing toilets). Not a lot beats sitting round the fire, drinking wine, chatting with friends and looking at the stars whilst the kids are running around somewhere out in the darkness.

The same in most situations -for me it's mainly that, for medical reasons, I go to the loo two or three times a night, and am very anxious about disturbing people or arousing negative comments. If there's an ensuite/ loo next to my room/ hosts who are not easily woken, then it's different.

I agree @TheCompactPussycat but it is possible to sit round a fire, looking at the stars and drinking wine, with children running riot, from the terrace or private beach of a luxury villa. It doesn't just come attaches with camping.

Nightclubs. Always hated them even when young. Queuing to get in, queuing for coats, queuing for toilets. Men being all creepy and predatory. Overpriced drinks. People so drunk they are falling over and puking. No space to stand and too loud to talk.

I actually love dancing and I'm always the first one up at weddings, parties etc. But I hate clubs.

I know several people who feel the same. In my case, my dislike of camping is due to having had co-ordination disabilities all my life, worsened by some health issues that I've had more recently, plus some unrelated medical issues that mean that I have to go to the loo frequently. Thus, any situation of going 'back to basics' is more stressful to me than any of the stresses of modern life. I don't need luxury surroundings, but I do need life to be as physically simple and manageable as possible.