The mother-in-law living 3k's from my place.
The mother-in-law having my home phone number.
The mother-in-law hanging around for extended periods of time on weekends.
The mother-in-law telling me what do do in my own house.
The mother-in-law telling me how I should raise my kids.
The mother-in-law folding my underwear.
(Please feel free to add to the list....)
I hate parking inspectors - especially the ones who skulk around hospitals booking sick people and their relatives and also the ones who lurk around when any event is on at places like Noosa where there is never anywhere to park for more than 2 hours unless you are there before daylight.
I hate drivers who sit in the slow lane and don't allow others to merge onto the highway, especially if there is no-one in the right hand lane and they could easily either move over/slow down/speed up to allow a merge.
I hate it when the staff at Bunnings always hide when you need assistance.
I hate it when at a restaurant or cafe and the person in front has been standing in line for ages then doesn't know what they want to order when its their turn or doesn't know their table number and has to go back to get it. No wonder it takes so long to order. This happens at Surf Clubs all the time.
I hate the chunts that insist on walking two abreast on the footpath and see you coming but refuse to move so you have to go bush to get around the moles...I also hate the woman who gets onto my train with an ass made for two chairs that insists squeezing into a seat only made for one ass....if your that fat find two sets or stand instead on inconviencing other passengers....
Hey Tux,
Collect some business cards from plastic surgeons that do liposuction,
Next time you see her waddling in, blue-tac the cards around the carriage, slip them into her bag, or do the old "excuse me, I think you dropped these"
I hate having an empty glass when i go out for dinner....
I have now taken to telling the waiter/waitress that if my glass at any point goes dry that i will die like in the film speed. Some get it some don't.
Booze is the most profitable part of a restaurant so sell it!!!!
I want to buy it!!!!!
Fat people in very tight clothes. It looks like cottage cheese trying to escape.
Women who get upset when you look or talk at their cleavege.
Cars that don't leave a gap for bikes
People with all the gear and no idea
Suits.
People who judge you by your by postcode.
People who resist farting in the dunny. Do yourself a favor. Hang around for 5 minutes washing your hands, pretend to leave and hear the poor toilet holder let rip. Funny as a fart in an elevator.
I hate filling in forms. But I especially hate it before a job interview that asks only for the information that is in your resume that they've had there for two weeks.
^^^ My dear old Nan used to spend hours ironing socks, jocks, hankies, tea-towels, towels etc. during her early alzheimer's stage. Every time we would visit my oldies & Nan was there, she would be ironing - with a smile on her face.
As for mother in-laws - I remember someone explaining the theory of the correct distance to live from them a few years ago - something along the lines of...
"You want to move far enough away that limits the amount of visits they will make, but close enough so that they can visit and drive home without staying the night."
My in-laws live 100kms away - they turn up for a day's visit every 3 weeks or so, but never stay for much longer than a few hours as they like to drive home before it gets dark.
F'n lawyers. I live in what is supposedly a residential block of units and one day couple of families and their kids were going absolutely berserk in the pool for two hours. I finally cracked and said something to them about their inconsiderate behaviour, not only did I cop a spray from them but they complained to the building manager and next thing you know I've got a threatening solicitors letter for my actions which I thought were just a reasonable request to quieten down.
A week later I got a breach notice from the BC committee just because I wanted some peace and quiet in my on home. NOW THAT'S WHAT I HATE. Justice arse about face.
What I hate is getting abused in the surf after you screw up on one wave and some low life goes off at you and judging you by one mistake and it's all on. Had this the other day and all my good waves counted for nothing in this arseholes view.I wonder why they bother surfing .Needless to say later on he tried to drop in on me and I smoked him but the day was buggered.
I hate school holidays when the beachfront becomes inaccessible an traffic chaos with people doing f...all (can't they do f...all at home?), tailgaters and people who toot at me when I've been 15/16th's backed out of my parking space for the last two minutes, when they tear into the parking lot slamming on the brakes, insisting danger was imminent and acting as though waiting for me to back out was the most crucial five seconds of their life just....gone.....whatever happened to patience and common courtesy?? People living in their me bubble who monopolise the whole of the cycle/hiking path, what ever happened to keep to the left??, particularly the guy on his pushbike with his headphones on swaying all over the path who can't hear you dinging th @#**:×!! out of your bell and the people who have their puppies off the leash in the keep on leash area then get all upset when you run them down...
