I've got no delusions about my attractiveness. I've often been described as being the unacceptable face of faces.
You would think I would try for the blind, or visually challenged in PC language.
A blind girl did 'read' my face once. Afterwards she had herself tested for dyslexia.
So I would appreciate female shop assistants not calling me darlin' or swee'art. I'm neither and not remotely likely to be.
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Originally posted by Robert View PostYou got off lightly with the earrings. A Miss Susan Cushing bought a pair of earrings and specified home delivery. You'll never guess what they sent her.
SH
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You got off lightly with the earrings. A Miss Susan Cushing bought a pair of earrings and specified home delivery. You'll never guess what they sent her.
SH
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Its as bad as the phone call “weve been informed that youve recently been in an accident and that it wasnt your fault. Is that true?”
My reply is always “no, and you know that i havent!”
My mom usually asks “where did you get that information?” At which point the caller puts the phone down.
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Originally posted by Herlock Sholmes View PostShop assistants with the mathematical knowledge of a toddler!
I was in a jewellery shop the other day buying a present (a pair of earrings) which cost £35. The assistant offered to box and wrap them for £3. I agreed.
She took out a calculator to add £35 + £3 !!!
I kid you not!
Here's a thing that really pees me off, and it happened this morning. Door-bell rings. Bloke standing there holding a clipboard and a wodge of leaflets. First thing he says: "Now I'm not selling anything!"
Graham
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Shop assistants with the mathematical knowledge of a toddler!
I was in a jewellery shop the other day buying a present (a pair of earrings) which cost £35. The assistant offered to box and wrap them for £3. I agreed.
She took out a calculator to add £35 + £3 !!!
I kid you not!
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Originally posted by MrBarnett View PostSupermarket checkout operators who throw your purchases at you faster than you can bag them and then turn to you while you are still up to your neck in unbagged groceries and say, '£57.50' (or whatever).
My response is to pretend I didn't hear, continue bagging as slowly as possible and when done, ask 'How much did you say?'.
It feels like a small victory.
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Supermarket checkout operators who throw your purchases at you faster than you can bag them and then turn to you while you are still up to your neck in unbagged groceries and say, '£57.50' (or whatever).
My response is to pretend I didn't hear, continue bagging as slowly as possible and when done, ask 'How much did you say?'.
It feels like a small victory.
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Thanks Magpie.
That black and blue one on the right is definitely one of mine.
Usually I find them under the bed, covered in dust and fluff.
Some manage to get trapped under the legs. Which is a puzzle.
I haven't been possessed by Pazuzu to the best of my knowledge, so I am at something of a loss to explain this feat of levitation.
GUT's suggestion is excellent.
I suspect however that it's simply a long, slow process of ending up with one black sock.
Like the single shoe seen in the street, it must remain an eternal mystery.
Investigations into this phenomenon are beset by hoaxes.
I was once shown a picture of a pink lady's shoe, but have good reason to believe it was a Barbie shoe, taken from close up.
All the best.
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Originally posted by Pcdunn View PostI think one sock of every pair of mine disappears into a black hole about three weeks after purchase and first wearing. It's annoying to have to spend time looking for a pair with two matching socks.
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I think one sock of every pair of mine disappears into a black hole about three weeks after purchase and first wearing. It's annoying to have to spend time looking for a pair with two matching socks.
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Originally posted by martin wilson View PostRubbish zips are one of my sartorial bugbears Either they fall apart or the metal/plastic tag breaks.
Another is the belt loops on trousers, brilliantly designed to be of the correct height to catch on those door/ kitchen drawer handles.
Shoelaces that snap after five minutes, leaving me knotting them on the lower lace holes.
Trousers that fit round the waist o.k., but have a leg length that would only fit the Na'vis off of Avatar.
T shirts with nasty, clingy necks, I get fed up of constantly pulling at them.
Socks. I recently accused the sock lady at the market of sneaking round my house and nicking them off the washing line. She denied it. Where the hell do they go?
All the best.
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Rubbish zips are one of my sartorial bugbears Either they fall apart or the metal/plastic tag breaks.
Another is the belt loops on trousers, brilliantly designed to be of the correct height to catch on those door/ kitchen drawer handles.
Shoelaces that snap after five minutes, leaving me knotting them on the lower lace holes.
Trousers that fit round the waist o.k., but have a leg length that would only fit the Na'vis off of Avatar.
T shirts with nasty, clingy necks, I get fed up of constantly pulling at them.
Socks. I recently accused the sock lady at the market of sneaking round my house and nicking them off the washing line. She denied it. Where the hell do they go?
All the best.
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Oh yes, those things that stick out from doors catch on my coat pockets, also some people have those ridiculous ornate curly metal gates, so watch out for those.
An awful lot of the trouble in the world is due to miniaturisation - men are getting bigger but space is getting more cramped.
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Originally posted by Magpie View PostI hate when things get caught on other things.
Like when you're trying to get get out of bed and the sheet wraps around your ankle. Or when you pick something up and it somehow hooks something near it and sends it flying.
Or when you try to pick something up and you end up pushing it away
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