To wonder why people fuck about so much?

[comeandhaveteawithme]

My local skip is a very busy place. There is often a huge queue of cars and once you are in the queue, you absolutely cannot leave, there is no way of driving out of it or turning around due to the way it's structured. You're going through the skip, and that's that.

Today, I was in the queue of doom and a worker walked along the line of cars and told everyone that they just needed to use the crusher before they could let anyone through and to do that, they needed to wait until the cars already parked up and using the skips, had all left, then they could use the crusher and start letting people in again. It was my lunchbreak so I was in a bit of a rush, but nothing I could do.

But watching the people already using the skip was so irritating. They knew there was a line of approximately 20-30 cars waiting, they knew no one else could enter until every car had gone, but they all sauntered back and forth with their stuff from their boots, they stopped and chatted to one another, one guy had a quick cigarette before getting in his car, another sat in the drivers seat and did something on his phone before slowly putting on his seatbelt and leaving...

I just cannot understand people who are so incredibly slow and insist on doing unnecessary things in busy places where people are clearly waiting to use the thing they are using.

The other day, a waitress bringing our food to out table stopped mid-way and chatted to a customer she knew, while holding our plates of food, letting them get cold - why? talk on the way back if you must!

And the amount of people I see letting their toddlers use their debit cards to pay while smiling indulgently as the kids drops the card or taps it wrong with a queue of people waiting, or who stand at the till transferring money, or ask the bus driver an endless series of questions with a whole busload of people waiting, plus the 50 cars behind the bus....

If you are one of these people who fuck about, why? and are you also irritated by the fucking about or am I just far too angry?

Omg this

I don't think it's a matter of lots of work as much as of priorities. (And as I said, I am not sure I DO waste that much time. I said it doesn't bother me when people do and I strenuously oppose the duty to be efficient.)

Not that it's a competition, but my work/life obligations are, to most everyone who knows me, considered very high. I don't think I have more time to waste than others; in fact, I know I have a lot less time than the majority of the population.

I admire my boss for this too. He is crazily busy in an absolute top job, but if you catch him, he will never give you a sense of being rushed. I know he is! But he is not making his stress anyone's problem.

I see little correlation in real life between how busy people act and how busy they are.

It's the lack of consideration I can't stand.

You can do what you like in an empty shop. No judgement here. Take 50 years counting your change by all means, change your mind as many times as you like, treat the cashier to a consensual lap dance, I don't care.

But as soon as it starts to affect others, please just have some god damn consideration. Just like you wouldn't take all the food at a buffet, don't take over the entire shop with your fuckery. It's not all about you. You live in a society.

Here's my own pet peeve, several cafes near me have the menu ON THE WALL. Usually on a chalkboard thing behind the counter. It is clearly visible to the entire queue. Whhhyyy can't you decide what you want during the 10 minutes you are standing in the queue, and sort with your family what they want during this time? You are doing nothing else while standing there? It's already been painfully slow waiting for Janet on the till to take everyone's order, why are you making it worse when you get to the front and go "I'll... have.... ummm...." then turn to your kids and ask them individually what they want, promoting them to go "uuuummmmmmmmm"
Please stop. Please. It's making me dread the summer holidays where everywhere will be full of overly relaxed hippie families that do this.

@zezet I’m thrilled for the people you know who ‘act busy’. Same as @HereBeFuckery i work more than full time, have kids, pets, oh and 2 80-somethings next door who refuse all but the minimum of care since the family should rally round. If I have 30 mins spare in my day I don’t really want to lose 3 mins of it watching some kid who is 15 years off having their own bank card ‘practicing’ at the till, or counting out pennies when people are waiting. A bit of chit chat is normal, people not walking at sprint pace is normal. People fucking about when they can see others are waiting is selfish.

That’s said with a huge sigh, it’s not meant with an aggressive tone. Most of the time I’m so tired I want to cry, I just need people to not delight in making the day harder.

What really boils my goat is fast food restaurants, and yet there's a queue! WTF.
Self check out tills when every f'ing item pings up a sorry excuse not to do what it's supposed to and the endless wait for the harassed worker that has to attend every f'ing til.

I have often said that supermarkets should have a conveyer belt going round all the aisles so you have to grab what you want straight away, no messing about. If you aren't quick enough, you have to go all the way round and back to the start again. It would speed things up massively and make people more focused and efficient.

But would it take you around every aisle? Or can you pick sections?

I'm sorry if I offended anyone re toilet faffing. I did say that of course sometimes you need longer - including me! Biological/medical needs are fair enough of course.

It's just when the people in all 4 cubicles take ages - and then the next 4 take ages - it's a fair bet that at least some of them are faffers.

Yanbu. I was waiting in a queue earlier, the cashier was almost asleep, slowing moving every product while the queue got longer.

She was a young lady with no speed at all.
She'd never be employed in lidl or aldi, speed servers.

Aw I just thought of another one- I'm on a roll.

Faffy nursery parents. Hand over your kid please and FUCK. OFF.

It's not like school where you can pretty much just wave them off at the gate or door, you have to wait in a queue at nursery, and hand them over individually to the staff. Some of these parents use this as an opportunity to have a nice long chat about their child's progress instead of booking an appointment or worse, just a general chat with the nursery teacher.
You might be here to claim your 15 free hours and be going home for a nice little break Sharon, but some if us use this as childcare because we actually have somewhere to be.
When I broke my foot and had to rely on taxis to get around I still queued like everyone else but there was no consideration that I had a taxi with a meter running sat right there and their little chat about their latest holiday was costing me money.

Merely illustrating that there may well be reasons people take longer, thought that was pretty obvious tbh. Incontinence pads, shape wear as PP said, catheter change, struggling to "go" knowing people are listening, clean up after a period leak. There's loads of reasons people might take longer, perhaps people need to be a tad more tolerant

The famously slow cashier in my local Tesco got moved to scan-as-you shop.
Now every time you get a bag check, she appears and slooooowly scans your shopping while rearranging your packing.
Last time I got a 100 item check 😫😭 I almost lost the will to live.

Agree pootlers and prevaricators can be frustrating but people who get visibly/audibly wound up, and make it all more tense, don’t help.

And the rage of having to wait AT ALL seems to be endemic. Last week I got violently tooted at by the dude behind me at a roundabout because I didn’t pull out when HE deemed it was time. I had just got to the front but didn’t take the opening cos the oncoming car that was indicating to come off at the previous exit, into a queue of standing traffic, did in fact keep going. I pre-empted this shocking turn of events by the use of my eyes - he was moving so fast he could only have been continuing, despite not having cancelled his indication.

I suppose the fella behind me would have preferred me not to just wait and see where The Fast and The Furious was actually going, and get smashed all to fuck, rather than make him wait, ooh, three more seconds?

Pre-hyped people, I wish they’d fuck off, I drive all day long and see constant near misses, because no one has a bloody minute. It’s like they believe if you pause to think you’ll die. Appreciate this is a tangent 😜

It is because people are thoughtless and have bugger all situational awareness to the point where they think everywhere in the outside world is an extension of their house. The lack of consequences for being a thoughtless twat encourages the behaviour.

Nothing brings out the worst in me more than trying to get onto a busy train at rush hour and the first people who get on - instead of doing the OBVIOUS thing and walking straight to the middle of the carriage to sit in the empty seats there - start fucking about in the first seats they come to. Not even just sitting down to at least let people pass, but actively pissing around in the aisle, putting their stupid rucksack on the top shelf, setting up their stupid laptop and massive water flask oblivious to the people still literally standing on the platform unable to get on despite all the empty seats in the middle!

Hard (sometimes impossible) to resist the urge to go "can you do that in two minutes!!!" when the full unpacking while blocking the aisle routine begins.

(On the other hand kids with debit cards etc I find cute)

I don't think two year olds will be using credit cards in the future. Let's face it, it's just parents who can't bear to say no to their precious DC and the rest of us are expected to find it absolutely charming.

It's the reason I started shopping in Aldi and Lidl to begin with. I love the efficiency of speed scan, give me your money now fuck off. The whole interaction is everything it needs to be and nothing more.

90% of the time it's old pensioners talking about medical appointments.

The road from my home to the motorway is full of them. Annoyingly this road also goes to Aldi and everywhere else I want to go
it’s 40mph, straight clear road. Yet everyone drives it at 27mph. Why??!!! There’s clear signs all the way but there seems to have been this group agreement I’m not aware of that it’s 30mph

irritates me every time I drive it

Oh and customers. If you’re ringing a call centre please don’t use speaker phone and have two of you speaking, I promise it only takes one person! I can’t hear when both of you speak over each other

I’ll have agreed a date after 10 mins faffing and then husband chips in that he’s playing golf so we go back to the start of “can we do that day? No MIL is visiting”

I thought it was just me @comeandhaveteawithme!

One of my pet peeve is people doing things slooooowly, when there’s a queue - just go faster!!

Any chance you have ADHD?

The list of people who are too slow for your liking is long.

Omg OP I agree! It’s sooooo annoying. And it seems to be getting worse. People are getting less and less self-aware and more and more selfish.

Once? It must have been the only time you ever went to Ikea! The whole IKEA EXPERIENCE™ is built around getting stuck from the moment you enter the car park (there's only one empty space, cleverly concealed behind an obstacle course of small children that have broken free while their parents wrestle flat packs onto roof racks, dazed pensioners becalmed in the transitional doldrums between manoeuvring in and out of an obstructed space, infuriated fellow car park entrants suddenly reversing towards you at speed having been trapped in there for god knows how long, now desperate to leave at any cost, and an absurdly large hoarding emblazoned with a fucking awful lifestyle pun in brightly clashing colours).

You were brave (or foolish) to contemplate taking a side aisle. Everyone knows the side aisles lead unwary shoppers to extra-dimensional Ikea space, never rejoining any main aisles at all, where you must endlessly visit the same room set but always leave it through a corridor you haven't seen before. The couple were very wisely holding hands so as not to lose each other - and walking slowly in case The Floor Arrows suddenly changed direction, a phenomenon nobody's seen taking place but many have experienced to great personal cost.

I can't describe the insufferable hell of checking out with numerous large, heavy objects you risked your neck to haul off the shelving and balanced on an unwieldy trolley with one stuck wheel that makes it veer off in all directions, trying to find your Zen while you queue with homicidally enraged fellow shoppers, only for the cashier to casually inform you the bar code won't scan.

Ikea's not a good place for faffers. Positively dangerous, in fact. I can't understand why anyone would put themselves through it by choice, however decisive they believe themselves to be ... me, if they don't sell it online for delivery, I ain't having it!