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?

My DS and I still laugh about the time shortly after covid, when everyone was still doing click and collect orders at the supermarket, that we watched a man painstakingly inspect every.single.item in his large order before oh so carefully placing it in the bag. It was like he'd never seen a tin of beans before. All the time the queue of cars behind him was getting longer and longer. He was completely oblivious. Meanwhile I wanted to roll down the window and yell 'It's only a loaf of bread, Dave, shove it in and move on'.

Once I went to that dismal dump in Cornwall called the Eden Project. The tills are staffed by grannies and grannpas who really enjoy going through every word in every brochure with every kid in the party. "Helped" by doting parent of course. "Did you hear that Cordelia?"
They also try and upsell different memberships. Guilt is one of their strengths.
Did I enjoy the experience NO. Did your grandkids enjoy their day. For the first 30 mins.
Avoid unless it has installed a funfair.

I've just got in from work and filled the car up with petrol on the way home. I waited nearly 15 minutes for the two faffers using the two pumps to stop fucking faffing and leave. I have no idea what the man was doing but he put the nozzle in the car, then went and got the plastic gloves on, then he came back pressed the nozzle to start pumping, stopped, went and looked at something on the dashboard, came back, fannied some more with the pump, then left it pumping (or maybe not as he later gesticulated that the pump wasn't working), then got the water and squeezy mop thing and washed the windscreen, fannied with the pump again, it seemed to now be pumping. Meanwhile I saw that the woman at the other pump was finished faffing, or so I thought. She got in her car and faffed around for another 3 minutes before finally driving off. I'd finished filling the car up by the time the bloke eventually drove off.

I don't get the whole faffing thing. How can it be that hard to fill the car with fuel and leave. They were pay-at-the-pump pumps too, so not even like they then had to go into the shop and wait in a queue.

A lot of people seem to have no awareness of what is going on around them and I think a lot of people don't give a shit either if others have to wait and there's a massive queue.

This is a genuine question...so if you get your card out as soon as you've finished loading, where do you then put it to free up your hands to load the shopping after it's scanned? I'm very quick at finding my card in my bag after scanning, but according to previous posters, waiting until then is too slow.

Also add people who seem shocked that they have to pay for items. Despite being stood in the queue for 5 minutes they then wait for the cashier to tell them how much it is before they realise they need their purse/wallet to pay and faff about getting it out.

I’ve just gone back from holiday and the faffing about at airports did my head in! From fannying about at bag drop to getting right to the front at security before realising they’re wearing a metal belt (and taking an age to remove it) to seeming bemused they have to find their passport at the bottom of their bag at passport control or show their boarding pass at the boarding gate before faffing about blocking the disks on the plane while they fanny about with their hand luggage (and still have to be told several times by cabin crew to put it in the overhead locker.

We actually had one who had to be told 4 times by cabin crew to strap her baby onto her lap and she only did after being told we would miss our slot and have to wait another hour if she didn’t.

And that’s without the ones arguing the toss as to why they shouldn’t have their 500ml shampoo confiscated from hand luggage or why it’s unfair to expect them to pay for their full sized suitcase they want to take on as hand luggage

I went to the Eden Project last week and didn’t find it dismal at all. Expensive, but I enjoyed walking around the Rainforest Biome.

I don't say I never get frustrated by faffers - I do. And I'm pretty sure I rarely allow myself to faff.

On the other hand, neither do I humph and tut at faffers, because what would be worse than being a hapless faffer would be to become an ohfergodsaker.

"What's she doing now? Bloody hell, she's looking for her loyalty card! I mean, does it really matter? Just move! Oh for God's sake..."

Those people are much more irritating than faffers.

There was a thread on here a while back, a woman got beeped at the petrol station as she filled up, got back in her car and then sat there sanitising her hands 🙄 people are so oblivious and selfish

I get frustrated by this, have your bloody stuff/wallet/table number ready for goodness sake!

I've just remembered a lady in the 1990's who used to get on my bus into the city for work Monday to Friday. She used to be stood at the bus stop, climb on with a massive handbag & the search for her bus pass holding the bus up, this went on for weeks, maybe months until one day a passenger shouted 'have your effing bus pass ready, you do this all the time'. I wish I was this brave!. She was a pain in the ass

Another one that gets me is when you have a larger group out for a meal and when the drinks and food start arriving people can't seem to remember what they ordered.

The waiter will be standing there holding a glass of red wine and no one's claiming it and then you have people saying "Did you order that Jean?" "No, I think it was Carol", "Carol, was that you?" "No, I ordered a coke". Eventually someone finally remembers they ordered wine. Then the waiter says "a coke" and fucking Carol has already forgotten that she said 30 seconds ago that she ordered a coke, eventually after a bit more faffing and discussion Carol says "Oh yeah, that's mine".

Then the food starts arriving and it's the same fucking story. "Steak with roast potatoes instead of chips", no one puts their hand up, more fucking discussion. Jean says "I ordered steak with chips but not with potatoes". On and on it goes.

How the fuck can you forget you ordered something and even if you did surely your memory would be prompted when the waiter's standing there with the fucking steak and roast potatoes and no one else is claiming it.

I don’t think faffers are aware of it because they are too self-absorbed. See also: people who must shout every conversation because they are VERY IMPORTANT (unless they have other reasons such as hearing loss obvs), strangers who palm their kids off on you or let them do what they want, people who play music out loud on public transport - basically, just selfish fuckers!

It could be worse. I married a massive faffer. A large chunk of my life is spent waiting for him to stop dithering on one thing or another. My absolute pet hat is when he keeps asking. If I’m ready as if he’ll be first out the door . But every. Single. Time. He will say oh shit I forgot something and have to go back, leaving me sitting in the car waiting for him. Arghhhhhhhh

I think this is why Botox and religion are invented. Patience is a virtue after all.

I’m sure we are all just as annoying about other things to each other.

For example I don’t mind faffers, but I do find people huffing and muttering under their breath about faffers just rude. I find people who are always in a rush and perfectionist very exhausting.

live and let live, and mind how you go - no need to be rude and dismissive about people you don’t know, or do!

I put it down on the till area right in front of me while I pack the stuff into the trolley. Once it's all loaded and they say how much, I pick the card up and put it on the card reader that's when they ask me if I want a receipt. Yes, I do.

Trolley packed so I can move away from the till area and put card and receipt into my purse without holding up the queue behind me.

I've perfected this system, they love me in Aldi as I don't hold up the queue. 😃

Oh this!!!! Meanwhile if I’m paying cash, I’m working out the total and getting the money ready, or if by card I have it in my hand ready to tap. What are people thinking when they wait til they’re told to pay!?

My pet hate is people who stop and have a conversation in really stupid places, such as on or at the top of a staircase, in a doorway, in a narrow corridor or on a narrow pavement. Walk and tall until you reach somewhere sensible!

I always say if faffing and dithering were Olympic sports the UK would win every medal going

Botox?

Does it make people more patient? Because it seems to have risen in use and impatience seems to be rife...

I hear you, but at the same time there are SO many self-absorbed people out there who do not value anyone else or their time. People making plans and turning up late, pushing in on the bus, holding up a queue because they can’t be arsed to get their purse ready in their bag. I’m always aware of not taking too long so as not to hold up the queue behind me. You never know if someone is rushing to pick up a child or make a hospital appointment. Just be considerate and aware of your surroundings!! It does annoy me that other people seem to have no problem holding me up. And I mean genuine cases of selfishness here not, say, an elderly person struggling to open a purse or something.

I'm married to a faffer. After years of standing by the door ready to go, while he realised he needed to do this or that or he hadn't picked up the other, I now continue what I'm doing until he is actually opening the door. I can be ready in a minute; if anything other than my standard handbag and its contents is needed, I'll always have got it ready it well in advance rather than waiting until we are leaving.

Everyone’s on their own agenda, at their own pace.
Dilly dallying along, all the time in the world - you’re guaranteed to meet one when you’re in a mad hurry. 😬

I used to have this at school

I was either dropping off or picking up and as soon as I had,I needed rush off to get to work/college or would be knackered and just want to grab the kids and go home

I'd always get stuck behind the mums/dads who seemed to have all the time in the world to walk slowly to the classroom,hang around at the door and then slowly walk back out while chatting to their mates,then standing chatting at the gates,blocking anyone who was in a rush

I just wanted to get in,do the 'love you!bye sweetheart' before rushing out to catch the bus

And then you'd get the glares for daring to ask them politely to move (while moving as slowly as they could)

Same at hometime-theyd stick around got so long in the playground,the after school club had to issue a letter asking them to get their kids and go

Made no difference at all-the same faces just faffed about for hours in the playground,chatting to their mates (pick up was 3:15 and they'd still be there at half 6)

Now I walk via a sainsburys on the way to work

I want to get in,choose my lunch,pay and get the hell out if there

Every single time,I get stuck behind Derek at the meal deal section-he's slowly choosing a sandwich while taking up the whole section with his trolley

I finally get to chose mine and rush to the till

I get stuck behind mavis who is slllooowwwlllyyy putting her shopping through on the belt

Once it's all on there and put through,she has to piss about finding her purse and glasses but can't remember if they are in her pocket or handbag,also she can't find her nectar card so slowly checks both,normally twice before finding one but not the other

Finally she pays (while acting slightly shocked what she had to find her cards) and then stands in the way while she packs her shopping as slowly as she can

Her husband normally shows at this point,slowing down the whole process further while I'm bent double trying to get my lunch through and go

I always get stuck behind the slowest person on the planet while trying to get out and then I'm finally free and in more of a rush to get to work

I do try to go to tesco I'd I can because it doesn't seem to happen so badly there-i can pay at the tobacco till-longest I've waited is 3 minutes

My darling mil

I adore her,I couldn't love her more but as soon as we are ready to leave the house,it's like she freaks out

Have we shut and locked all the windows?
Is the cooker off?
Have we locked the French doors?
Have I got my purse/glasses/keys/handbag/medication?
Are all the lights off?
Have we unplugged everything?
Is the front door locked properly?

I adore her but want to strangle her at the same time (lighthearted)

I was once up at 6 am for work,finished at 2pm and wed agreed to have a mates dog and he said he'd drop the dog off at about half 4/5

Hes faffed about at home so much,he finally dropped the dog off at midnight

I was on my knees,I'd been up 18 hours (8 at work-retail) and he came bouncing into our house and stayed for an hour,just faffing about in the kitchen (I went to bed-i left him to dp)

I hate faffers with a passion

I do similar ie practice my patience in our local branch of Booths (Northern posh supermarket) as the staff are sooooo slow and ponderous and look at every item as if they haven't seen it before. It's good for me I think.