Ranting in the final hour
* How is it that there's still people that don't know how to work a fucking cash machine? You've all been stuck behind them at one time or another, it's terrible isn't it when you realise they're a fucking idiot? You know, when the card comes out, they look at it then put it back in, you just want the machine to fire that card back out at top power knocking the dozy twat over. Or how about those fuckers that start organising their wallet after getting their cash, blocking everyone else?
You know at school those slow kids had their own special classes? Well keep those going obviously but they should also have special sessions in which they teach them a few basic things to operate in the real world, how to pay your way onto a bus, operate a cash machine, tie your fucking laces. Basic stuff so regular people don't beat them to death out of frustration.
* Where the fuck does that shite come from that you see in Post Offices? When you're going round that little maze thing in the Post Office you'll invariably see a little basket or worse a shelf of shite that the Post Office is trying to sell you while waiting. Where does it come from? Movies you've never heard of, albums you'd certainly never want to hear but it always has this magnetic power to draw your eye. What gets me is that it's never ending, they've always got new crap, which means somewhere there's a company getting orders for huge quantities of distracting crap, where are these companies? This whole bizarre industry fascinates me.
You know at school those slow kids had their own special classes? Well keep those going obviously but they should also have special sessions in which they teach them a few basic things to operate in the real world, how to pay your way onto a bus, operate a cash machine, tie your fucking laces. Basic stuff so regular people don't beat them to death out of frustration.
* Where the fuck does that shite come from that you see in Post Offices? When you're going round that little maze thing in the Post Office you'll invariably see a little basket or worse a shelf of shite that the Post Office is trying to sell you while waiting. Where does it come from? Movies you've never heard of, albums you'd certainly never want to hear but it always has this magnetic power to draw your eye. What gets me is that it's never ending, they've always got new crap, which means somewhere there's a company getting orders for huge quantities of distracting crap, where are these companies? This whole bizarre industry fascinates me.
* How come people that listen to music in public are always listening to the most brain dead shite possible? I honestly don't know why they are playing it in the first place, do they think they're the only people that have discovered music and will somehow wow us with the latest 'hit' by the Sugar Babes or some random dance crap. You'll hear it just on the periphery of your hearing and as soon as you identify it you give the owner of this gadget the standard 'Could you turn that shite off/down please?' to which they simply ignore you as they're scum. Funnily enough, when their gadget is later being removed from their anus you're the one they call unreasonable.
