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Over-packaging - that's what REALLY gets my goat! Seems like everything you buy today results in a struggle to get it out of its packaging, which in many cases must cost many times the value of whatever is in it. Last night I fancied a steak for my dinner - ever tried getting one out of the latest shrink-wrapped plastic trays in one piece? I really lost it this time.....ate it raw. Grrrrrrr.
Graham
Good one. Bloody sandwiches that you need to be Indiana Jones to get access to
Over-packaging - that's what REALLY gets my goat! Seems like everything you buy today results in a struggle to get it out of its packaging, which in many cases must cost many times the value of whatever is in it. Last night I fancied a steak for my dinner - ever tried getting one out of the latest shrink-wrapped plastic trays in one piece? I really lost it this time.....ate it raw. Grrrrrrr.
Morrisons in Wednesbury who have a tannoy system for staff instead of walkie talkies. So you have to keep suspending your conversation in the cafe because its like being on the platform at Kings Cross station.
People who serve you in shops with a mobile phone tucked under their chin. When you ask them a question they look at you as if your being rude for interrupting their call!
I don't mind that so much as the staff never seem to understand what is meant by 'a spot of milk' so I prefer to put it in myself.
I do ask for a second teabag. Some number cruncher has obviously worked out that a haporth less tea in the bag equals bigger profits as I find I have to use two to get a decent cuppa.
The ethical cafe in Stourbridge comes with moral judgement from a lad who looks badly in need of a transfusion.
Sitting there, feeling like I'm made entirely of pork pie and lard, my sandwich was brought across by an eerily cheerful waitress.
I got out pretty quickly, fearing I would be inducted into some matriarchal earth cult.
All the best.
I hate milky tea!
And why when someone brings you a sandwich to they feel obliged to load the plate with foliage?
When I'm walking around West Brom high street, well, meandering around aimlessly until some kind soul points me in the right direction, I've taken to saying "sorry mate, I haven't got any spare change, I've been to Dudley"
One girl at Dudley bus station was chatting away to someone, saw me approaching and held a handkerchief up to her eye, claiming she needed money to go to hospital.
One chap in Wolverhampton astonished me in the days before I knew better. Instantly working out the handful of change I gave him came to £1.27 and rather cheekily asking "is that all?"
The funniest was in Bilston. A lad asked if he could buy a cigarette.
I said "No, I'll give you one". After lighting it and walking away he stopped and said " I would have give you the money!" I'm like "ok, ok" blimey.
As you can see I'm a magnet.
All the best.
Hi Martin,
I was ‘nabbed’ whilst sitting outside Birmingham Library waiting for a mate around 6 months ago. As i was rummaging around for change i was staggered to hear him say “it needs to be more than a quid mate i want to get a sandwich from in there (ie the Library cafe.)
Needless to say, my reply ended in ‘off.’ I also called out to the couple that were sitting 2 tables away where he went next and told them.
They’ll be carrying portable chip and pin machines around next!
Cafe’s that think that a ‘cup of tea’ is a mug of hot water with a bag on a string in it and a small jug of milk.
Thats called ‘providing the ingrediants.’
Morons!
I don't mind that so much as the staff never seem to understand what is meant by 'a spot of milk' so I prefer to put it in myself.
I do ask for a second teabag. Some number cruncher has obviously worked out that a haporth less tea in the bag equals bigger profits as I find I have to use two to get a decent cuppa.
The ethical cafe in Stourbridge comes with moral judgement from a lad who looks badly in need of a transfusion.
Sitting there, feeling like I'm made entirely of pork pie and lard, my sandwich was brought across by an eerily cheerful waitress.
I got out pretty quickly, fearing I would be inducted into some matriarchal earth cult.
The ‘giz a fag and spare change’ crew now appear to all be working from the same script as within the last 2 weeks or so ive been approached by four who all opened up by saying:
‘I dont like being cheeky mate but.......”
Is someone coaching them?
Im also slightly reluctant to give money to someone that has a pretty decent mobile phone!
When I'm walking around West Brom high street, well, meandering around aimlessly until some kind soul points me in the right direction, I've taken to saying "sorry mate, I haven't got any spare change, I've been to Dudley"
One girl at Dudley bus station was chatting away to someone, saw me approaching and held a handkerchief up to her eye, claiming she needed money to go to hospital.
One chap in Wolverhampton astonished me in the days before I knew better. Instantly working out the handful of change I gave him came to £1.27 and rather cheekily asking "is that all?"
The funniest was in Bilston. A lad asked if he could buy a cigarette.
I said "No, I'll give you one". After lighting it and walking away he stopped and said " I would have give you the money!" I'm like "ok, ok" blimey.
As you can see I'm a magnet.
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