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    It really annoys me when….


    tr.v., -annoyed, -noy·ing, -noys.

    1. To cause slight irritation to (another) by troublesome, often repeated acts.
    2. Archaic. To harass or disturb by repeated attacks. 

    As you may have noticed I am generally annoyed by many things in life, but some just take the biscuit and some you have to experience daily, in turn we learn to live with these annoyances.  It’s easier that way. However, when you are in a queue as i was about fifteen minutes ago sometimes it’s hard to not speak your mind and tell these morons where to go. 

     Picture the scene…

    We’re standing in a shop, waiting patiently like good little cattle, when all of a sudden a woman of a certain age comes along and looks as though she is about to push in line, which I have been waiting in for several minutes (several being more than the acceptable two or three).  I wait, look ahead and think she is going to push in, I wonder if I could piss her off and do it to her next time she is waiting in line? Of course I continue to stand there in that line waiting for my turn with the cashier.  I egde forward, waiting with baited breath.  The woman moves forward more, I resist the temptation to scream out;

    “Move it, woman, you’re getting in the way. In-fact that is not the point, I’m next!”

    I reserve my opinion and it’s time for me to be served.  I walk forward to the till, and with my forward motion the woman says;

    “Go ahead love, your next”

    I must state that she said it with no malice and it could not be interpreted in any other way other than that she is stating the obvious. 

    “Of course I know I’m next I’ve been standing here waiting for a several minutes, you moron!”

    However, I don’t say the above, instead I smile politely and the inevitable comes out of mouth;

    “Thank you”

    It really is an issue which is more evident daily, I’m polite, conscious of others and I wouldn’t dream of interjecting with a ungracious;

    “Fuck off” or More likely “Fuck you”

     The reason that I would not do this?

    I’m British.  I mean I’m proud to be British, but bloody hell why can’t I just speak my mind? If I was American or French I would of been straight in there, with a meaningful;

    “Fuck you bitch” An exact Americanisation, or the rather more romantic;

    “Vous baiser” The French alternative.

     So the sum total of my anger today is focused around the innocuous fact that I cannot ever express my feelings…

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