What Has Got Under My Skin Today? Nothing! Had a great day. Some home cooked chicken tandoori just joined with my body along with naan - yum. Living the dream.
That's damn rude. I had a similar situation when I was sat outside a café in the lake district in the summer. There was a table with dirty pots on and it was swarming with wasps. A large group came in and the first woman put the pots on a tray and put it on the table at the side of me along with the attached wasps. I didn't have anyone with me to tell me not so she got both barrels. They quickly moved to the other end of the outdoor seating area away from the nasty old grump.
You aren't the first or even the fifth person I have read bringing up this weird practice. I think it must be some sort of twisted dominance game. Don't try putting your shite on my table, would be my advice to anyone thinking of doing so.
I just think she was an ignorant old twat and if I hadn’t had the family with me I’d have told her but it would have spoiled our afternoon out and I guess that would have been a sort of victory for her. I moved the tray and pointed out to my lad that some people are devoid of manners within her earshot and was ready for a comeback but it never came so left it at that.
It may have been a highly fluid situation but I am confident you would have it pinned down in no time.
Setting off to work at 5-30am (in the dark), I get pissed off by the number of vans and cars which drive through the M62 access roundabout traffic lights at Ainley Top (J24 of M62) after they change to red. I s'pose all the traffic cops are making their way back to their base at Hartshead Moor Services, at the end of a night shift, looking forward to a warm bed....
I experienced something different but similar in twattishness a few months ago which was so odd it has stuck in my mind. I was on a half empty train, sitting on those seats arranged in two pairs facing each other and as I was doing some work I had papers and a bag on the seats opposite. This old couple (mid to late 70s) got on and despite the carriage having plenty of other seats, including the same type as mine which were closer to the door, they came and sat in the seats opposite me, in the process huffily insisting I moved my stuff. I testily said something about there being plenty of other choice of seating and was met with what was basically a tirade of bizarrely quiet and calm abuse from them both (including liberal use of both the F and C words) and I ended up saying to the guy that it’s a good job he’s an old man who probably has a weak heart and that I’m in the type of work where I can’t go round beating up nasty old codgers, but the next person he speaks to like that might well knock his teeth out. This prompted some unseen person behind me, a woman in her 40s by the sound of it, to chime in with something like “It’d serve the old bastard right”, which in turn prompted the old woman to aim “I hope you die soon” at either/both myself and the woman who spoke up. I have to say, two geriatric delinquents trying to start a fight with me on a train was one of the strangest things I’ve experienced in a while.
Ordered what I thought was a new recycling bin from BIFFA, but when it turned up it was used - even had some t0ssers rubbish in it.
