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Things that make you go "Grrrrrr!!!!"
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people who can't queue up in a polite manner
the fuc*er who smashed my car headlight and drove off
people who pull out of house purchases at the last minute
people who think they know it all
people who just don't shut the fu*k up
people who are always depressed and never have anything positive or happy to say
people who think they are funny, but aren't
call centres in foreign countries
builders who keep going to other jobs they have
snow boarders, who can't snow board
my mother
my youngest sister
anyone in my family
injustice for victims of crime
Price labels that cover instructions on how to fit my new bike lock holder that tear the instructions off when I try to remove them.
People who phone you, just as you sit down to eat dinner.
Dog pooh on pavements or grass.
People who ask you if you want to fill in Consumer questionnaires when you're trying to get home from work.
There's loads, give me some time and I'll have a right good list written up.
People who dawdle along in front of you when you're in a hurry
The way Marks and Spencer changes its layout every 5 minutes so I never know where anything is
People's discarded cigarette ends in the doorways to offices.
Big Brother and Davina McCall's presenting which is now a terrible parody of herself.
car drivers who dont indicate. I AM NOT A MIND READER.
dog owners who think its ok to let their dog jump all over you when you are running, and insist on saying 'its ok he wont bite you' get the message lady, i dont like dogs, besides the last person who said that their doberman was busily clamping its jaws around my thigh.
the guy in our high street 'sports shop' who looked at me like i was an alien because i had the audacity to ask if he sold any running gear. His reply ' oh no we dont sell anything like that'. i obvioulsy walked into the optitians by mistake:-)
"getting asked for ID
I *know* it's their job but I'm nearly 30 ffs!"
Now this is definitely NOT something that makes me go "Grrrrrr!!!" Nowadays, I'm flattered if anyone asks for my ID. :-)
You're usually shattered and haven't the energy or mental capacity to think about where anywhere is, apart from where your run finishes.
Sports shop assistants trying to bull you into buying shoes that are so obviously unsuitable for you.
Assistant: Have you done much running sir ?
Me : Yeah, only run for about 23 years though !
I then watch them try and squirm out of that one, it's priceless !
Actually I might just try that one again soon.
Jack russells [and their owners]
Racey motorbikes that don't seem to have to follow the same road laws as all other vehicles.
Unfit colleagues who belittle my running because they are thin [and unfit] while I am fat [and fit].
Chavs leaning on my garden wall to sort out their ridiculous handbags.
Chavs.
Chavs.
Chavs.
Chavs.
Sorry, getting a bit fixated now.
This is so true
I think its official....
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Oh, and text speak. What is that all about? I can understand it if you have text message of 160 characters, but on internet chat rooms...
Golf. Why? If you want a walk, have one. If you want to hit balls with a stick then take up baseball or hockey (or go to a specialist nightclub). And it means that Britain now seems to be covered with swathes of countryside in this stupid stripey pattern with little flags everywhere, then narkey people with no friends (just gloating buddies) can look at me in this supercilious/disgusted way when I try to get to somewhere nice through their precious piece of sanitized countryside.
People who think it's a great idea to snap pieces off my car when they are on their way home from the pub. If I could find out who has broken my wing mirrors on any of the four occasions they've been broken while I've been in bed I would smash everything they own with a very big hammer. And I would happily give up the two hubcaps I've had stolen if I could play frisbee with them at the thief's face. And whoever dented my car by kicking it - I'm still trying to hunt you down. I know your shoe print and size.
Octegenarians who feel the need to join the work-goers traffic jam.
Chavs.
People who join the queue from the wrong direction and then look beseechingly / menacingly at you so that they get their own way.
People who open their car doors wide enough to bang the car next to them. Especially when I'm still sitting in my car and they just gawp at me as though it doesn't matter. It bl**dy does to me.
Chavs.
Children [and their parents] who unwrap a sweetie and drop the rubbish.
Oh I could go on and on and on.
Better go and find something more positive to do!!!!!