Grocery shopping can be real frustrating. This store I usually get my stuff from, well, there are a few other individuals who also do. Annoying individuals who will take their sweet time bagging their groceries and telling the story of their lives to the cashier, nonchalantly "forget" to get their wallets out before walking off, then spending another minute going "Oh, not this pocket either" and generally hold everyone up.
Now I get it that maybe sometimes people have a bad and confused day, but every freaking time? Needless to say, frustrating and obnoxious. Do people really have nothing better to do than waste everyone's time?
So Escapists, got any experience with this particular kind of individuals? People whose behavior you honestly can't explain in any other way than that they simply enjoy wasting other people's time? What can be done about this?
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...okay, maybe not that.
Nothing quite works me into an irrational rage like people who get in my way when I'm walking.
My thought process usually ends up looking like this.
'Jesus fucking Christ, how can you be so god damn slow and still be quick enough to be in my shitting way, how do you even get out of your house in the morning, I mean there's fucking doors in the way and shit and you obviously can't grasp a concept as simple as walking in a cunting straight line, but wait there's more, you also brought your entire shitting slow walking posse so you can all personally get in my shitting way, I mean it's not like there's several twatting feet worth of pavement to walk on, just fucking bottleneck the goddamn wanking crowd because reasons unfathomable by science, could you just move aside a little bit, just a little bit please, just OHMYFUCKINGFUCKGETOUTMYFUCKINGWAY.'
People who stand up in the middle of an escalator rather than to a side, blocking the way for anyone who's in a hurry and doesn't want to just ride the escalator. This also applies to people, usually couples, who stand side to side on a single step.
Maybe they're just sad, lonely, and want someone to talk to.
I know a guy who works in a tailor shop and the people who they do alterations for usually stick around for a lot longer than they need to, generally they just talk for a bit about random stuff like recent events.
Personally I just can't stand people who stand near a high traffic area whilst waiting for someone, like standing near elevators, escalators, stairs, doors, you get the idea. They sure love holding everyone up.
I'm up an night so I don't see people a lot. And any way it's probably just somebody looking for a little bit of acknowledgment. More on topic if I am in a similar situation I just figure the person has no reason to care. Who am I to them? Then I just move on with my life. But like I said I don't see this stuff often so it's easy for me to brush it off.
I love these threads. It seems Escapist members love to go mental about proper minor shit. I predict that "people who walk slow in a group hogging the pavement" will win this thread.
OT: Put me down for I hate slow walkers. "Come on, hurry the fuck up. Are you a mother fucking zombie?!"
I used to work as a Cashier at a grocery store. Occasionally someone would see fit to literally stand at the register, relaying their life story to the uninterested and barely awake cashier that was me, all the while not even ATTEMPTING to reach for their wallet. They would literally just stand there listing off all the things that no one but them could possibly give a damn about. I would have to keep trying to interrupt them and remind them of how much they owe until finally they got the hint and then, with glacial speed, fumble around for their wallet. By the time they finally find the thing, if lady luck smile upon me, their credit card will look as though they took a belt sander to it, and then they would wonder why it doesn't work and, naturally, blame me. I could go on forever about all the different flavors of **** you'll get to know working at retail, but I'll spare you guys my misery. At least it's over now. Seriously, fuck retail.
I saw a girl I felt very sorry for working as a sales assistant in Lakelands.
A guy was purchasing a not very expensive item, maybe £3 (British currency), but had chosen to pay in 1p and 2p coins, with a few 5p and a couple of 10ps thrown in. Upshot of it being, there was easily over 100 coins being used pay for a very cheap item.
Watching as he stood over her and waited for her to count all of the coinage to verify there was the right amount... I felt awkward just on her behalf, because you knew she would be nervously counting, with him staring at her and.. *shudder* still get the social awkward tensions running through me now!
Luckily, the queueing system was such that we were served by someone else and she served us and we left - I turned back as I left to see the girl still counting away... *shudder*.. brrrrr...
It sometimes bugs me when people can't use self-service checkouts in supermarkets.
Theoretically, it should be the faster method but because people stand there for ages trying to figure out where the bar-code is, how to scan the bar-code, why they can't put their items in their bag before they pay, why they can't purchase alcohol without authorisation, how to select fruit and veg, where the money goes, where their change comes out, when to put in their card and so on, it can take forever.
Most of the time I'm pretty patient with things like that but if I'm heading home after a long day and there's a really long queue, I just want to go up to people and do it for them so I can get out of there.
I do this and it saves me time. My debit card's always just there where as I need to fiddle about with my purse to find change. People who don't know their pin number annoy me though, not just because they're wasting time but because that's a fucking important thing to remember.
Like how are you living? Do you just get your pin changed every time you need to use your card?
Nothing quite works me into an irrational rage like people who get in my way when I'm walking.
My thought process usually ends up looking like this.
'Jesus fucking Christ, how can you be so god damn slow and still be quick enough to be in my shitting way, how do you even get out of your house in the morning, I mean there's fucking doors in the way and shit and you obviously can't grasp a concept as simple as walking in a cunting straight line, but wait there's more, you also brought your entire shitting slow walking posse so you can all personally get in my shitting way, I mean it's not like there's several twatting feet worth of pavement to walk on, just fucking bottleneck the goddamn wanking crowd because reasons unfathomable by science, could you just move aside a little bit, just a little bit please, just OHMYFUCKINGFUCKGETOUTMYFUCKINGWAY.'
You are going to love coming to Birmingham in July. Seriously, that is my thought process most days, but never more than when I'm in Birmingham City Centre.
And on that note, my contribution to this thread has been expertly ninja'd by Day(Ninja)star, so I'll just sign off on that...
Don't worry about that, really. Happens all the time around here. Daystar's a bit of a "reverse time waster", saying things so you don't have to waste your own time on saying them, truly.
Ubiquitous Duck said:
I saw a girl I felt very sorry for working as a sales assistant in Lakelands.
A guy was purchasing a not very expensive item, maybe £3 (British currency), but had chosen to pay in 1p and 2p coins, with a few 5p and a couple of 10ps thrown in. Upshot of it being, there was easily over 100 coins being used pay for a very cheap item.
Watching as he stood over her and waited for her to count all of the coinage to verify there was the right amount... I felt awkward just on her behalf, because you knew she would be nervously counting, with him staring at her and.. *shudder* still get the social awkward tensions running through me now!
Luckily, the queueing system was such that we were served by someone else and she served us and we left - I turned back as I left to see the girl still counting away... *shudder*.. brrrrr...
Over here, a cashier can actually refuse to accept any payment made with more than 50 coins. Problem is, hard to tell if it's over or under 50 at a glance, so I have seen people troll with 49 before...well, but that was before we switched to the Euro.
Usually, people in banks. Now, I don't want to be mean to the staff behind the counters - they've always been nice to me and they have a long, seemingly very dull job to do - but by Harry, it just never ends. Nothing is simple. I think they're being asked by some hawkish and soulless middle manager to ask the same questions over and over again, but why? Why must we go through this rigmarole every time I come in? I just want to put some money in the bank, or maybe take some out. I don't need you to call me on the telephone every hour of the day...especially when I don't even bank with you, you creepy weirdos. No, I don't want to open another account.
I swear, every time I leave the local bank I end up wishing I'd just buried all my money in a coffee can under a tree somewhere instead of slowly and agonizingly jimmying open an account for it - the whole procedure is like trying to bargain with a giant, ill-tempered clam.
In my school, we have some pretty narrow stairs, and girls sit on them all the time
2 girls are enough to completely block the stairs, and they never sit alone, whenever someone wants to use them they have to get up to let them pass and sit down again
This looks like the worst place one could pick to sit down, and yet it's full all the time
I also have a maid that i barely see because she's in my house while im at school, but whenever i see her, she never shuts up, she even repeats the same things while talking as well, sometimes even 3 times per conversation
I wonder if she likes talking a lot or if she just has bad memory
This. A thousand times, this. There is nothing that irritates me more when I'm out and about, than people who seem to have nothing better to do than hold up everyone behind them. Bonus points if they're doing it in a crowded area like Leicester's Clock Tower square:
Yes, there's not very many people there in that picture. Blame Wikipedia for taking the picture on a weekday. That place is packed at the weekend, what with it being the junction to several major retail streets.
Or in a supermarket. Even more bonus points if they stop right in the middle of the aisle, or leave their trolley ("cart" to you weird American types) there. For fuck's sake, get out of the sodding way, you mouth-breathing troglodyte. Some of us actually have better things to be doing with our time than waiting on your slow, inconsiderate ass to FUCKING MOVE!
This also incenses me. They are literally the simplest computers to operate. Anyone who's spent even the smallest amount of time in a supermarket before these came along, even as a shopper, should know how to scan barcodes simply by virtue of the fact that there's someone right in front of you doing it. Swipe, beep, bag. Swipe, beep, bag. What's so bloody difficult about that?
The ones at my local Asda sound a little bit different to the ones Colour Scientist has encountered, in that they won't proceed with scanning until the item that has just been scanned is placed in the weight tray at the end. Even so, this adds very little time to the whole procedure, even less if it's two people. Somehow, people still seem to fail to grasp such simple things as touch screens, scales and debit cards.
If you can't operate the damn thing, fuck off to the manned tills and let people who can use the things get on with their day. God-fucking-dammit. (Alright, so I suppose it's simply ignorance rather than deliberate time-wasting, but sod it, I'm on my soapbox now)
While we're on the subject of shopping: Time-wasting cashiers. Ok, I get it. You don't want to be here. The pay's terrible, the hours are shit, you're probably tired, you have to deal with complete cunts on a regular basis and to top it off, the whole shebang is soul-crushing. But that's no excuse to be holding me up taking your sweet-ass time scanning my shopping. Work faster.
And then there are the ones who just simply work slowly. Not because they hate their job, they're just slow. For the love of Satan's foetid foreskin! You have literally no excuse for going that slow at the till! Scan, beep, bag/bagging area! Scan, beep, bag/bagging area! In the time it's taken you to scan half of this, I could have had the whole thing done and been gone by myself!
Lastly: Kids, especially young ones. Anywhere. Keep your damn kids under control and don't give me the filthy eye when I'm the one that just copped a forehead to the nuts, simply because you can't be bothered to be watching them. Don't let them clamber over everything on the bus, tell 'em to shut the fuck up when they're screaming at the top of their lungs in my ear, and for the love of your own dignity, keep them on a tight leash. If not for that, then at least save yourself (and me) the stress of a shouting match, because the parents of the next little shit that thinks looking at a 90 degree angle to their direction of travel is a good idea, are going to get their heads bitten off by a very angry lad from the West Country.
Failing that, remember this mantra: Control the child, or the child will be used as a bludgeon.
I can't stand slow moving people. Especially groups that feel the need to take up the whole isle/sidewalk WHATEVER. Just fucking MOVE. Even my friends do this and it drives me absolutely bonkers. I hate being in the way so when I'm with my friends and they want to walk at turtle pace so we can have a chat and people are annoyed with us I almost go insane. I always move so that they can get through but damn I don't get how some people can be alright with being an inconvenience.
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