Next door are having a massive fight about google

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Screaming and shouting and swearing.

Something about "your not even fucking signed into google"

Walls are really thin.

What's the strangest fight you've heard?

Dp told me he didn't care about my idea that if humans could fly, we would need to fly wearing moterbike helmets else bugs would get in our eyes. He said goggles would be better. Clearly he's an idiot because obviously if you and a bird crashed into each other in the sky, wearing a moterbike helmet is better protection than bloody glasses. Getting cross thinking about it again.

Dh and I were planning the route for a long distance walk (sat at home looking at maps). I suggested taking a particular route up a hill as it looked less steep and that somehow ended up as an argument which ended with dh saying "you might as well just tarmac Everest!".

My next door neighbours frequently have blazing rows..well until recently it was her screeching at him for hours but the last few months we have heard his voice shouting back

We know she has had to remortgage, is fed up of doing all the cooking and he has something which could 'burst' while on holiday, and what will they do. They're on holiday at the moment.

We once had to call the Fire Service out and she could be heard screeching over the Fire Engine. It was funny seeing perplexed faces looking in the direction of her noise

I started a row at school that ended with our whole friendship group of 10+ teens split down the middle screaming in full fledged fury at each other.

It was over whether you couldn't be sure that the colours you saw were the same as other people saw. The colour you all call blue could be different but you all know it as blue because you can only see through your own eyes.

I once had a blazing row with a friend over wether it could be raining at one end of our town and not the other. She was determined that was impossible (our town is about a mile from one end to the other maybe less. We argued on and off for about 4 hours.

MrsJackRackham
Two pensioners were having a blazing row in a pub I worked in. They were having an argument about what was the toughest stain to remove from a carpet. One said Ribina the other insisted it was Irn Bru. It got so bad that the Ribina gent invited the Irn Bru gent outside for a square go 😁

We paid for stain removal protection and they said the only two things they can’t get out is Lilly pollen and irn bru stains.

"well maybe if I'd have had my glasses 53 years ago I'd have picked a better looking husband!"

Chortle

Crabbity, I had a similar argument with my now-DH and it ended in a similar fashion! I vaguely remember howling 'but you will never know what I see because you can't see through my eyes!'

Crabbity and Alpaca, I've long had the idea that people can 'best see' colours which are the same colour as their own eyes, IYSWIM? I have green eyes, so I think my visions of varying shades of green are better than other colours. And, so, people with blue or brown or grey eyes see varying shades of each of those colours better. Bonkers!!

Bonkers but I like it! It could be like your superpower! I can see all the blues!

Well everyone knows what luke warm water is - it's water that lukes warm!

DH and I witnessed a fabulous argument in a dim sum restaurant in Australia (I can't even remember which city it was now). It was the type that they wheel steaming carts with lots of bamboo baskets around the tables. So two of the waitresses had been glaring at each other for a while, and it erupted into a big, shouty argument. Some of the waiting staff stepped in to keep them apart, some joined in and the rest stood nearby observing. I have not idea what it was about, DH speaks a little Cantonese but only enough to work out that one of them thought the other one had taken something.

It was fascinating, until we realised that we weren't getting any food as all the trolley pushers had involved themselves with the argument. Fortunately a manager came out and yelled at everyone and they started whisking their trolleys around the room.

"I once saw two big muscly fierce looking men yelling at each other in Russian or Polish or something on my street. They both looked really angry. I crossed the road to get past them safely and I heard one of them break into English and shout at the other in a thick accent “so that’s three glasses of flour and one egg, ok thanks, bye”.

I love this one!

Another imaginary lottery win argument....

I said in our huge house that we will build ourselves I wanted a grand entrance and sweeping staircase so that we could have a huge Christmas tree that would look amazing. DH disagreed stating that it would be a massive ballache to decorate, I said it would be fine because we could pay someone to do it for us. He got really pissed off saying that would take the fun out of it, he wasn’t impressed when I said what fun? You said it would be a ballache! We kept going round in circles for some time until I said fine, I’ll build my own fucking house and do the tree my way and that we may as well get divorced now because when we win the lottery we will be living in different houses anyway. That went down like a lead balloon.

I have just noticed both of the stupid arguments I have shared involve Christmas What’s worse is I’m Christmas mad. Wonder what this year will bring

I recently had one with oh about vaping on the bus hes adamant that you can. One google search shut him up

“ Yon lepers” - that post is comedy gold!

We don’t argue very often & actually up until a couple of years ago, I would say our “rows” were not arguments because DH was abusive & my opinion didn’t really get acknowledged a lot of the time. There were some screaming matches though & a lot of them started over such ridiculous things. If we’d had a healthier relationship dynamic, we would often have ended up laughing. I have posted about this before - the saga of the bedroom bin. I had emptied it into the kitchen bin & put it on the stairs ( others might say that alone could cause friction because why not just take it up straight away but that’s another story!). I ate a sweet or something & put the wrapper in said bin. Well, my God, you would think I’d strewn rubbish all over the house! DH went on & on & I couldn’t understand his problem. I ended up at screaming point! Surely when you got the bloody thing upstairs you would put rubbish in it anyway so what on earth was wrong with dropping a wrapper in whilst it was still on the stairs?! He kept saying you shouldn’t fill it! Honestly, this went on & it escalated ( as a lot of our “ arguments “ did back then). It was awful & I should never have put up with it. Equally, I shouldn’t even have bothered trying to reason with DH in the first place. “ Whatever” would have been a good response. So glad our relationship isn’t like that anymore!

It's not so much an argument as a grudge, but when DM was dying, she said "I still haven't forgiven you for xebec". This was a Scrabble game from 20 years previously.

We're from Yorkshire, in case it wasn't glaringly obvious.

'well maybe if I'd have had my glasses 53 years ago I'd have picked a better looking husband!'

I live in a apartment building. I often hear arguments at night when I’m trying to sleep. They’re amusing. Last night I happened to over hear a discussion about paint and laziness too. It concluded with a door slamming shut.

'well maybe if I'd have had my glasses 53 years ago I'd have picked a better looking husband!
I work in an opticians, I really want use this in some form of advertising !

I was on a train the other day going to work. It was early morning and I was tired. So I drifted off into fantasy land for a bit... until

I happened to over hear part of a really heated discussion well argument over a newspaper. These two people in front of me were actually fighting with each other over a newspaper article.

My partner and I have had healthy discussions with each other on newspaper articles but this is completely beyond logic and reason. Said newspaper lay on the floor. I picked it up.

DH and I used to have (and still have) blazing rows on many small things but what stand out to me is how to cut a cucumber and onion for salad. I wouldnt peel the cucumber and take out the whole white middle bit from the onion, whereas he would meticulously peel the cucumber and waste a little as possible from the onion to the point that sometimes I even found skins left behind. After many a rows now we do what we want to do when its our turn to make the salad and the other person has to eat without complaining. Lessons learnt after many years.

crabbity and alpaca I’ve been a witness to that very argument. Unfortunately there’s a really log and boring scientific explanation which means that we DO see colour pretty much the same as each other.

Nay lass, yon lepers were in Ben Hur, and I'll hear no more about it!

This has cheered me up no end

I'm waiting to get a mention to be honest. Me and DH have had some odd ones in public, usually hissed under the breath, but actually, he's deaf as fuck so I end up being louder and enunciating really pointedly.

Was having a discussion about tue first month's with our new baby, DH was being flippant. we were walking past a group of women and I said, audibly "you will NEVER know the pain of breastfeeding a teething baby so don't even start!"...they laughed, DH did not dare.