minor things that make you fume

The insidious insertion of 'guys' into general discourse really grinds my gears : e.g. "See you guys later". To punish the lazy, grammatically incorrect apeths, I heartily recommend that stocks should be brought back, and, with particularly egregious behaviour, the ducking stool.
 
Given the amount of time cling film has been produced you would have thought they would have come up with a way to get it off the roll by now
What really galls me is that on packaging it was extolling how easy it was to cut. It was a downright lie.

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The paper straws that have replaced plastic ones and fall apart when you use them.. Someone needs to invent a straw that lasts more than 2 minutes and less than a thousand years.
I'm all for protecting the environment and all, but good lord I cannot stand those stupid paper straws. Awful. Makes me want to torch the rainforest so they can't use anymore wood to make them.
 
People who take Brompton bicycles on the train but refuse to fold them (or only do it when on the train.
Walking up and down the platform stairs swinging the bloody things around, because they’re actually too heavy for them, generally getting in everyone’s way.
Then, if they cba, folding them away in the middle of the aisle when people want to move through the carriage.
Even worse this morning as they're all out in their wet weather gear, splashing everyone as they take it off to put it on the over head storage to drip / pool water on those sat below.
Gang of whoppers.
 
Weather forecast said lovely sunny day today. Fine I said, I'll wash the bedding. Cue a downpour this morning. Do the washing this afternoon, come to hang it on the line, drop the laundry basket, mud and grass stains everywhere. Cry a little inside. There's always tomorrow.
 
Weather forecast said lovely sunny day today. Fine I said, I'll wash the bedding. Cue a downpour this morning. Do the washing this afternoon, come to hang it on the line, drop the laundry basket, mud and grass stains everywhere. Cry a little inside. There's always tomorrow.

Weather forecast said rainy day today. Fine I said, I'll skip watering the plants today. Cue another day in the oven. Go to water the plants this afternoon, unravel the hose, trip myself on it...dust everywhere, turned into a human pincushion by cactus spines with the dog wagging it's tail licking my face. Cry a little inside. There's always tomorrow.

Me one day this past autumn (autumn, wass'at?)....trade?
 

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