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Waiting

01 Jun

I hate waiting. I hate it with a passion.

I will happily take my bike across town to my job, even though it takes longer, because I don’t like waiting for trains and busses, and despise waiting for other people to get on or off them.

I will take the stairs, no matter how many steps there are, instead of standing in that blob of people that collects in front of an escalator.

I will not wait for food if there is a long line, and I don’t care how bloody good the place is supposed to be. I will just go elsewhere, because it’s not worth it.

Morons, in a line, yesterday

And I would not, in my wildest dreams, stand in line for a product on the day of its release, when I could just stroll into a shop a few days later and get it with no fuss. Seriously, what’s the fucking point of that?

Today I went to my nice local shop and stood in line holding a bag of potatoes. There were two people serving but they were both taken up with various tasks at the deli counter. And then they started to natter with the people they were serving, ignoring the long line building up behind.

I gave it five minutes, and then I put the items back and I left. Life is too short to be stomping your feet and being all grumbly in a queue. And maybe the staff will get the hint – next time, serve the scowling Irishman quickly.

Or maybe they’ll just add me to the “dangerous lunatics” list, tape up my photo behind the counter and never let me in again. I just hate it when that happens.

/ paddy

 
18 Comments

Posted by on June 1, 2010 in Life, Ranting

 

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18 responses to “Waiting

  1. Sean Mulroy

    June 1, 2010 at 4:36 pm

    or like you could just like take a chill pill dude.

     
    • paddyK

      June 1, 2010 at 8:05 pm

      Where is this chilling pill of which you speak?

       
      • Ben Warsop

        June 2, 2010 at 7:22 am

        Over at the pharmacy counter. The one with the queue.

         
  2. Sean Mulroy

    June 1, 2010 at 4:38 pm

    But I jest. Im with ya on most of the current “Why must I share my planet with others” rant but with an added “I hate things and people who are late”.(Not sure how to spell impunctuality or if its even a word)

     
    • paddyK

      June 1, 2010 at 8:07 pm

      A closely related topic. People who are late are just arse. Especially the ones who think they can somehow get away with by saying “you know me, I’m ALWAYS late hihihi”.

       
  3. ladyfi

    June 1, 2010 at 4:47 pm

    I’ll comment a bit later on… hope you can wait for it! ;-)

     
  4. SirPe

    June 1, 2010 at 5:00 pm

    Damn, LadyFi beat me to it. Well, at least you won’t have to wait for me ;-)

     
    • paddyK

      June 1, 2010 at 8:09 pm

      Again, grumble.

       
  5. Earthpal

    June 1, 2010 at 11:54 pm

    Lol. I love Paddy when he’s grumpy.

    Banks are the worst places to wait. Waiting in bank queues makes me want to scratch my face off. Every transaction takes forever and even when the customer has left, the clerk spends another forever with her head down pretending to do stuff when really, we all know she’s on her mobile phone texting her coffee order to her colleague who’s stood in the queue at Starbucks.

    (Love the new header thing Paddy. Looks really good.)

     
    • paddyK

      June 2, 2010 at 1:20 pm

      Ayyyyrr, said he in a pirate manner. But… banks? Why on Earth are you still going to banks? Do you have gold in a vault or something?

       
      • Earthpal

        June 2, 2010 at 6:19 pm

        Well I fancy the bank manager.

         
  6. Ben Warsop

    June 2, 2010 at 7:25 am

    One of my most enjoyable memories of Sweden was watching brains of the Americans I was working with melt with the lack of customer service in Sweden. Not that I’d recommend the UK for a queue-free existence. A lack of queues is one of the good things about the interwebs.

     
    • paddyK

      June 2, 2010 at 1:22 pm

      Ah, that “service” thing. A dirty word in Sweden. Everybody is the same, you see, and so nobody should be subservient to anybody else, even if it’s their job. The continuing joys of 70s socialism, bless them.

       
    • Rolf

      June 3, 2010 at 5:22 pm

      “Ben Warsop:One of my most enjoyable memories of Sweden was watching brains of the Americans I was working with melt with the lack of customer service in Sweden.”

      Hehe. Cholerics one and all. :-)

      I would have judged Paddy the choleric type, until he wrote that it took him five minutes to give up on the queuing… Paddy, you should search out the places where they have a hot dog sales person outside – chances are that he has taken a bunch of queuing tickets, and will give you one in exchange for buying a hot dog. Of course, that works only where they use the queuing ticket system. Me, being more of the phlegmatic type, I hire somebody to stand queuing for me, and then go shopping my needs mean while. Do you frequently change queue, for the neighbouring one, only to find that that one was even slower? Statistics prove that the queue you choose always goes the slowest, so there is not much you can do. Perhaps talk to each other?

      cheers/Rolf

       
  7. Victoria

    June 3, 2010 at 2:58 pm

    Waiting is the reason (well, one of the reasons) I carry a book everywhere. If I *must* be surrounded by humanity then I can at least get some reading done. That also discourages people from trying to chat to me. What the hell is it with people that can’t be quiet for two consecutive minutes. ‘Shut the fuck up, people, I have thoughts to think. Mostly about cheerfully shoving you off a Norwegian fjord and watching your lifeless body bounce off the rocks before disappearing in the frigid, churning waters below.’

    Too much?

     
    • paddyK

      June 3, 2010 at 4:33 pm

      Agreed. Try open-plan offices for irritation factor. I can see why so many people go postal in places like that.

       
  8. Victoria

    June 3, 2010 at 6:58 pm

    Open plan offices are the work of the devil. I’m pretty sure they’re a preview of hell.

     

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