c**ting f**king people

the worst part of my job is dealing with c**ting f**king people

the kitchen, I have to exit and turn right to get to my office. So I fling the door open, glance to my right (to see people walking towards the kitchen on the left-hand side of the corridor) and see there is nobody there. I continue through the door only to get f**king blind-sided from the left! The dopey f**king cow is walking along the corridor on the RIGHT-HAND SIDE!

What in this f**king world would posses someone to hug the right side of the corridor. We drive on the left, walk on the left - these were basic principles installed in us all during our school and university days.

I have coffee all over the arm of my suit jacket and also on the cuff of my shirt.

If for some reason you cannot manage to keep left in the corridor, at least go for the middle. Don't do the exact f**king opposite of what everyone expects.

Un f**king believable. c**t.

plough towards you on wrong side of cnuting path! when In euro I make a conscious effort to switch to the right..but I fear that these flaky euro pisspots may infact just pick a side at random even on home f**king turf...morons

Is there a rule about which side of a corridor one should walk? Does the Highway Code apply here? Are there signs? I think not. You may wish to live your life in this regimented way, but some people are free spirits.

In short: you deserve to have an armful of coffee.

I like using the word doofus - I must use it more often

Honestly, where in God's name did he get this idea?

always amuses me

Not as good as the Luton chap called Nortei Nortey

Oh. You basically did. Carry on.

Congrats btw :-)

A village idiot, a wally, if you will?

I'm not sure that's what we're dealing with here. There is stupidity, certainly, but is it entirely benign?

Anyway - my jacket is being taken (by the receptionist) to the dry cleaner.

I don't know what I'll do with the shirt. Nice little Turnbull & Asser number. I've got it in good mind to invoice her.

becoming indignantly apoplectic with conformist rage whenever someone dares to walk on the right. :hehe:

It's the behaviour of a Swiss, tbh. And, as you know. that is not an insult I use lightly.

You can't dry clean a suit, for God's sake. You'll kill the lanolin.

It's polyester, isn't it? :-(

These free spirits you speak of must lead their lives in a constant state of chaos. How do they cope in a busy tube station.

They're the arseholes that stop in front of you in the supermarket. The people the dordle along when you're trying to run for the train.

man-made fibres :-(

Seriously, the rank vulgarity of the fellow.

Do you think his family may have been, you know, in trade?

I'm sure it's a good plan for those of you who are trained to follow rather than lead. Such people need hard and fast rules.

My man looks after such matters.

The arriviste, of course, insecurely feels the need to rant and rave in order to assert their superiority, little realising, of course, that by doing so, they lose any respect.

same page.

This receptionist is the same one who promised cakes for all of the GPs only to produce Rice Crispy cakes made by her offspring. That should tell you all you need to know.

The thought of the day I leave this place and never have to see her again makes me salivate with excitement.

It just baffles me as to why anyone would walk on the right. I can almost guarantee that you walk on the left without even thinking about it. This is because your brain works in a logical manner.

I completely sympathise with you on the cakes thought - Bitch

on your neighbours if they dared flush the lavatory at night or mowed their lawns at the wrong time. I'm sure you probably wait to cross at traffic lights until the little green man appears as well.

:-|

It will have to be Top Shop then - do they do suits?

lights red and someone appears on either side of the road and press the button again. Do they think this makes the lights change more quickly? Do they think I have forgotten to press it and was just standing there waiting for a gab to appear? To they think that I tried to press the button but didn't do it sufficiently hard enough?!

The rognons were sauteed lightly enough to retain bloody centres :cloud9:

Right at the end I had a plateful of remaining sauce moutarde, scraps of lardons and champignons and offcuts of kidney, into which heavenly melange I mushed my remaining frites.

Cor.

Surely you will be in lederhosen?

you'll soon stop noticing.

Mmmmm...chips in wee. :eat: