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?

Ask. Although you’re then a faffer!

I went in with house clearance of craft room after friend died. Late in day admittedly so no queue. Lovely bloke went through all the aerosols and bottles and jars to identify water vs solvent based..literally helped me sort through 3 boxes. We had a nice chat about just how old some of those things appeared to be and my deceased friends craft skills. Yep, faffing, but by then I was only car in there.

saunter over (sorry rush, purposefully ) over to the central hut and ask. They’ll be happy to educate you in the dark arts of what goes in which bin.

Pockets😯..you’ve got clothes with pockets?

God, it must be really stressful being you guys.

I know, it’s infuriating.

Asking the bus driver for help is not faffing. It's more the stop in a door way and readjust your hat, check if you've got your list in the middle of the aisle type stuff that annoys me.

I also can't stand pushers. Yes it's annoying that Deidre is walking the pace of a snail, but shoving everyone out the way is also creating an issue. I too would like to pass when there's the opportunity.

Excellent. I have found my people. I hate dawdlers and faffers! I am also married to one 🫣. Utter rage when witnessing someone ambling along at snail’s pace, vacant expression and fumbling around.
Top crimes… not being able to leave the house promptly while standing round gawping. People who indulge children (opening doors with beepers, paying by tapping) while others have to wait. Not having wallet, keys, etc ready. Refusing to use a map or ask directions. Going out and having no plan other than wandering about.

😤😡

Maybe the things are broken beyond repair, so they can't use or reuse them. Maybe the council recycling won't take certain things. Maybe they don't have the space to store thing up til they have a car full to meet your tip rules.

Maybe they do want to just get out of the house and the tip is an excuse. Maybe they are lonely. Make you feel better for judging them for not having a car full of rubbish? Lonely older guy disposing of a couple of things at the tip and you're being rude about them?

Make you feel good?

Actually, some people just think that security searches don’t apply to them. Faffing? just idiots more likely

i was on jury duty last year. Bags checked airport style each morning. Clear signs what you can’t bring in..including annoyingly knitting, crochet and sewing needles. Anyone whose done jury service knows how mind numbinly boring it is and all the just waiting around.

but you’re greeted at the security queue with a whopping big poster saying court security had confiscated 1000s of weapons including guns, in last year..can’t remember exact number of thousands ..but a huge number

I cannot get my head around the Idiocy of people trying to get a gun through airport type scanners. What’s going on in their heads….and boy it wastes time.

my court was held up one day for 30 mins as a few members of our jury was stuck in queue, because some idiot in another court had tried to come in with a blade. Really?

Slightly different. But I get the fucking rage with people on public transport who cannot Sit. The Fuck. Down. For Five. Minutes.

I choose my train seat, grab my water and book and headphones, bag goes up on the rack, and I’m good for the two-hour journey.

But there’s always someone who is up and down like a fucking Jack rabbit. Rummaging in their bag. Toilet. Rummaging. Away looking for the trolley. Rummaging again. Banging your chair and bumping your elbow every single time.

SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

Lovely. But I suspect the majority are just sitting in there doom scrolling to be honest.

Why though would anyone want to turn a trip to the tip into a morning out. They fucking stink. Get in, get out. As helpful as the staff are, emptying your boot item by item and discussing which shute to shove it down clearly drives them to beyond doolally.

The closest nice sandwich shop to my work has 4 parking spaces. The builders (it’s always builders) who park up in their vans, go in to get their sandwiches, and then sit in their fucking van eating it and drinking their tea while other people wait to park! Not just a pain for the people waiting to park, also presumably loss of business for the shop. And all the while there’s a big free public car park and actual park about 2 minutes drive away that they could go have their lunch in

As if I was going to put my debit card in its mouth! No matter how sad it looked or how bonkers its owner was.

CHUTE ffs

The other day I was stuck behind an elderly lady I a supermarket, with her daughter and I assume grandson (both adults). She had about £20 worth of shopping, she kept trying her card on the machine and it wanted her to put her pin in. She didn't know her pin so kept trying contactless. She tried about 5 times.

Then the shop worker is trying to help her, does she know her pin. No. Does she have another card. That also doesn't work. She'll just try contactless again. Obviously it doesn't work. She thinks she might know it but can't see the pin machine. Perhaps the shopkeeper could input it for her? It's not the right pin. She's written her pin down somewhere. Does she know where? No. She's found a pin, but doesn't know which card it's for.

At any point did either of the adults with her step into help? No. Did either offer to pay for her shopping? No. You'd think you would know your elderly mother is getting a bit confused and maybe be prepared? The poor shopkeeper was trying so hard and they were just standing their like bloody lemons

I was about a couple people back in the queue, otherwise I would have paid for her shopping. Eventually the woman said "perhaps we could put it on my card mum". Yes perhaps you fucking should ffs

I have bad knees and hips. We have severe arthritis in our family. Sitting for extended periods hurts. So we move.

Sorry my pain irritates you.

Stop bumping my chair then.

I’m with (most of) you on this.

Can I add: people who hold things up in park and rides because they refuse to use a parking app (my phone is for phone calls ONLY) and then can’t use the machine either so get everyone involved.

and my absolute favourite: the couple in the pub who insist on trying tiny tasters of the landlord’s finest ales before deciding after several minutes on two halves of cider. Just buy the frigging cider!

The absolute worse for faffing is men in the supermarket.

Sunday seems to be man goes shopping day in my local supermarket. Apparently these men have never been to a supermarket before. They wander aimlessly, stare blankly at the cheese section with their trolley blocking the aisle. Get out their list, do we need bread for our family of 5?

They have no awareness of themselves, also no awareness of you. And finally when it comes to the check out try and barge you out the way after blocking every single bloody aisle. Only to be confused all over again by the supermarket next Sunday

Absolute nightmare. Genuinely wonder how some people get anything done in life.

I do have to defend tradies. They are generally not from the local area (most cover a large area) so probably don't know there's a big, free car park nearby. They also need to sit somewhere. Protocol dictates they can't really sit in the customers house and if they sit in their van outside the customer's house the customer will 9 times out of 10 curtain twitch and then post about them on mumsnet. They'd probably sit in the sandwich shop if it had a few seats but as they often use lunchtime to call customers, GDPR means they can't do that in public, so they need the privacy of their van.
They're generally in a rush to get back to work so won't be there too long.

You know you can ask your satnav (Google maps or similar) to find you a car park or a park or something like that? So with a minute of organisation or forethought they could find that place to sit that isn't stopping a small business get custom.

Edited because autocorrect changed satnav to Santa and as funny as I found it, it made no sense.

FFS.

I once watched an old woman on crutches get out of her car and fill up with petrol and then hobble into the shop to pay, stand, probably painfully, in a long queue, and then hobble back again. All the while a young adult sat in the passenger seat on her phone.

A man closed a sliding supermarket fridge door on my arm the other day. Presumably it was in his way, so he simply slid it over without looking, while staring at the cheese (why is it always cheese? can men not buy cheese?)
I loudly said "ow" and he glanced up and gawped at me, then shuffled off.

WTF.

The buggy brigade are the people that irritate me 3 or 4 of them blocking doorways, supermarket aisles etc with their buggies gossiping

Alternatively, you could visit a petrol station where the shopping facilities are limited and therefore less likely to have people hanging about. You could also allow more time, based on your lived experiences of knowing home long the process is going to take.

Like you, it is my choice to own and travel by car. Therefore I take full responsibility for parking it, and plan journeys accordingly, to avoid hold-ups, busy junctions, delays at petrol stations etc. I could avoid it all by not having a car - I choose to have a car.