I like the idea that convicted offenders are put to work doing something useful, such as cleaning up graffiti or removing the chewing gum from the road. It’s sensible and hopefully will make some twats think twice about being twats in the future. However, there is another group of people who I believe should be made do this – the unspeakably rude.
This group of people is omnipresent in society. From the driver who doesn’t so much as acknowledge the fact you stopped to let them out in traffic to the old ladies who view you as their personal servant when you happen to hold a door open for them, they’re everywhere.
Yesterday I encountered the most self-entitled, rude woman I’ve seen in a long time. I was in town having lunch with some chums and when the food was finished I went upstairs to take advantage of their excellent toilets. They were excellent because the cubicle was fully enclosed and you didn’t have to empty two bottles of Tesco Highland Spring (yeah, right) water into the cistern just to have a crap (are you listening Dublin City Council?).
On the way down the manager of the restaurant was struggling up the stairs, bent at an awkward angle, helping a woman carry a buggy up the stairs. The buggy was one of those giant ones, that is probably some kind of transformer and changes into a truck it’s that big, and was also laden down with bags. He had the rear of it, she had the front. Eventually they got to the top of the stairs where I was waiting to go down. I thought she might say ‘thank you’ as a normal person would. But no. What she said was:
“That was dangerous”.
“Pardon?”, said the restaurant guy.
“That was dangerous”, she repeated. “He nearly fell out of the buggy. You can’t do that!”, she squealed.
“Do what?”, he asked. “I was just helping you up the stairs”.
“The baby nearly fell out”, she said, castigating him for no good reason, especially as she was the one at fault. She needed to hold her end of the buggy higher, then the baby wouldn’t have nearly fallen out. She continued to harass him over it as I went downstairs.
If I had been him I’d have turned her around and pushed both of them back down the stairs. She was a truly ignorant cunt who should be forced to clean graffiti and chewing gum and public toilets and everything else until she learns a bit of manners. On the way out I spoke to the manager about her and said I’d noticed how rude she was.
He said “Good luck to her getting back down the stairs because nobody’s going to help her with that buggy”.
I hope she went arse over tit on the top step.
I’m regularly and genuinely surprised when I see these people at work.
I wonder what sort of bubble they exist in that allows them to develop this type of behaviour without anyone taking them down a peg or ten.
Weird lack of self-awareness.
When I do encounter rude or ignorant scum, I usually employ the super-friendly sarcasm mode.
They look at me like I’m a right cunt. maybe they’re right.
Actually, no, they’re the cunts. As much to be pitied as censured.
ha! and she’ll have been eating floor steak after that..
“oh that crunch madam? that’s just herbs and what have you”
mwahahaha
I hate people
‘Floor steak’, heh
SG – it was incredible. Absolutely no awareness that she was the one at fault and no compunction about lambasting somebody who had done nothing wrong. She needed a good kick in the gee.
I bet you’re sorry you didn’t say anything. I know, I know, minding your own business and all that. But I’ve witnessed incidents like this in the past myself, and I’ve always regretted not interjecting on the side of the person suffering the rudeness. Just to let the ignorant cuntos know that they are in fact, ignorant cuntos…
what did community service consist of before cleaning graffiti?
Well you know the old saying: ‘Never try to teach a pig to sing. You’ll just end up wasting your own time and annoying the pig’.
Some people are so fucking ignorant that even if you sit them down and explain to them in simple short words why they are wrong/stupid/rude, they will either be incapable of seeing or downright refuse to see the truth that is so obvious to everyone else. Don’t waste time reasoning with these people, just insult them and move on.
During the celtic tiger, a lot of people were told they were invincible and could do anything, achieve anything and nothing was to be denied them. It was a reaction to the oppressive mood of the 1980s and the generations of inferiority complex prior to that.
The effect was to spawn a generation of self entitled deluded brats who’ve had everything handed to them on a plate without having to really work for it. Now that the reality of a recession has hit them in the face, they way they assert themselves is to be rude to people they perceive to be less important than them.
They think you only have to be mannerly to people of your own social circle or people who you need to keep in with in order to improve your lot.
The Naomi Campbell syndrome. I read somewhere that Victoria Principal – calm down peadar – pulled a gun on a maid who displeased her.
what did community service consist of before cleaning graffiti?
The stocks, Those were the days. Bring them back for vandals and joyriders.
Knock knock..
”..excuse me, but it’s after midnight. You wouldn’t mind turning it down a bit would you? Can’t hear ourselves think next door..”
Knife. Run. Stab. Bleed. Die. Dead.
Wecome to Dublin.
..or welcome even..
Pammy – not aged well
Floor steak. Heh!
I’ve a mate who is a top notch chef who would have treated her to one or more of his bodily fluids, although I daresay another fluid ounce of protein wouldn’t have been that noticeable on the bint.
Plastic surgery should be outlawed…
Women that use their babies and pushchairs as battering rams hitting pedestrians in the ankles really pisses me off.
Bitches!
Better not to kick her in the gee, she most likely has another one on the way.
I’ve seen that kind of behaviour from mothers with buggies quite a few times. They’re practically saying “I have a baby, what have YOU done?”
My favourites, though, are the ones who want to cross the road when they don’t have a pedestrian light, so they push the buggy right out into the road knowing that every driver will slam on the brakes immediately.
That is what Bull bars are for Andrew
I hear the young fella who won the Young Scientist of Year competition is from Skull Wirra Gone Small.
Hero, an example for us all!
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2010/0118/breaking44.htm
Maggot, I thought that link was to the Young Scientist. He’s a hero too. Doesn’t want to make any money from his invention which is a cooking stove for 3rd world countries. Expect to see lots of them here soon.
a cooking stove for 3rd world countries.
What’s the point of that if they don’t have any food ?
a cooking stove for 3rd world countries. Expect to see lots of them here soon.
haha
It’s so they can cook each other, maggot.
Rude and obnoxious and full of self entitlement. How you held your tongue I do not know. Another annoying bloody thing is when you’re standing at the top of the stairs waiting for them and their brood to ascend and they eventually waltz past without even a blink of acknowledgement. Fine, next time I’ll hurtle down the steps and skittle-pop the little rug rats out of the way.
The old maternal Instinct eh FMC ?
Mehmet Ali Agca is a wonderful argument for immediately admitting Turkey to the EU. Then we could boost Tourism by marketing Ireland for priest hunting. There would have to be a close season though so they could breed and a bag limit.
That’s the one Maggot!
“The baby nearly fell out”
Bloody childminders, it’s always “The baby this or the baby that…” she probably doesn’t even know the child’s name.
I used to be conscientiously chivalrous, holding doors for ladies, helping lift prams on and off buses, etc. Not so much anymore. It was too much of a drain on my resources.
No-one respects you if you do it, and they get humpty when you don’t. What’s the point?
The self-entitled generations reaction usually left me in a bad mood wishing I hadn’t bothered.
True enough, Mowl.
Conan, bang on. Next thing they’ll be outlawing rigorous shaking of infants. What a world we live in.
Kids have it too easy. Our neighbours years ago used to put one or two of the kids into the boot when they all had to go out somewhere. That was common enough back then.
I always loudly say “Thanks You” and “No problem” when anything like that happens. Unless it is bigger than me.
I usually bark, ‘don’t mention it’ – when they don’t.
Can I just say marketing people are insincere lying cunts.
I do that – ‘You’re welcome!’ is always a winner.
Fun day in work then, HM?
No, that’s just a general observation.
we use to argue over who got to sit in the boot
I’d say you’ve in a few boots Peadar.
I recently had an epic row in a parking lot with a cunt who interjected in another row that I was having with a friend. I put the cunt in her place, best day of my life..
Some life that must be.
If the little shit fell out of the buggy it would no doubt have landed on its head causing no damage to itself. As it proceeded bouncing down the stairs it would have left a trail of dented stairs wherever its chuckle head hit and then would have cracked the floor at the bottom.
Figure of speech, you cunt.
I think the correct term for what she got is Trouser Steak…wiped front and back down a sweaty chef’s strides.(My bro’s a chef)
Having fun reading about yet another SF Scandal – was already juicy with Gerry claiming he didn’t know his brother had rejoined the party and chaired a SF branch in his West Belfast Constituency – now this
http://stakeknife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sinn-fein-suspend-councillor-over-child.html
To be honest, the boot or back of anything was awesome when you were a kid. It’s the feeling of adventure that comes from being shut in a place you really shouldn’t be.
And it makes you glad you weren’t one of those spoilt brats with a fucking people carrier. Fucking pricks those kids are.
Kitteh, are you one of those angry people who hates everything and make people uncomfortable?
You think Kitteh is Twenty ?
Without the capacity for humour or irony.
Just keep her away from the Buckfast!
http://www.rte.ie/news/2010/0118/buckfast.html
Just keep her away from the Buckfast – see RTE
Your value system starts when your parents teach you to say “please”and “thank you”. I have never missed a please or thank you. Whether it’s a waitress…mmmmmmm….waitresssss…bringing me a coffee or someone doing something for me, however small or mundane, I say thank you. It shows good upbringing. It shows respect. It shows the beatings I got as child. And I continue the tradition…heh.”The beatings will continue until morale improves”. Rude people. Fuck them. Dozy cunts
If you’ve 1/2 hour or so to spare you could do worse than listen to this Desert Island Disc session with James Ellroy. It’s up for 6 more days. He has no mobile phone. No computer. Doesn’t have a tv, has never been to the movies…he must get all his knowledge from the printed word. He is quite mad, and a genius.
who did I call a dozy cunt?
link
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00psp99
“Having fun reading about yet another SF Scandal..”
It’s not called rape when a member of the IRA does it, maggot.
It’s called ‘an armed struggle for sex’.
You owe me a new monitor, Lung. Mine didn’t survive the spew take.
As long as the child was strapped in properly there probably wasn’t any danger of he/she falling out. Probably the most exciting part of the child’s day, the stairs….
As a pusher of a baby carriage, I must say that I always say “thank-you” whenever a door is opened for Brendan and me– happens more than you would think– just this morning, for instance, at the post office, a lovely young man held the door open for us until we were safely inside.
she sounds like relic of the celtic tigger shite
when de mongs were told that the irish were the new romans out to colonize the world
with the best weapon there is
easy credit