Psycho-Babble Social Thread 1058696

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I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by sleepygirl2 on January 16, 2014, at 18:02:26

Haters should apply for membership to share in the hate!
GO HATE!!!! yay

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by Poet on January 17, 2014, at 14:45:55

In reply to I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by sleepygirl2 on January 16, 2014, at 18:02:26

Count me in as a member. I went to the grocery store today and so many people blocked the aisle with carts, I wanted to hit ramming speed. Not to mention the ones who stop in the middle and stare at cans of soup like they've just been invented. I get reading labels I don't get just gawking.

Poet

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 14:56:49

In reply to Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by Poet on January 17, 2014, at 14:45:55

>Not to mention the ones who stop in the middle and stare at cans of soup like they've just been invented.

Sometimes (not always) I feel that I cannot leave until I have read all the labels and worked out exactly which choice would be the best one. We have a great many types of milk. Mostly I can tell myself they are all manufactured and best avoided. But sometimes I feel I have to evaluate and that is fatal.

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by Poet on January 17, 2014, at 15:58:37

In reply to Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 14:56:49

I don't mind evaluating a label, what I hate is people standing in the middle of an aisle just staring at the shelf like what they need will magically hop into their basket/cart/trolley.

Poet

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 16:56:18

In reply to Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by Poet on January 17, 2014, at 15:58:37

We had schoolies here a while ago where people out of school party. I had *just* managed to make it into the supermarket and was pleased to witness a young oaf asking his friend about some bananas as he sniffed them
'How can you tell if these are ripe?'

I shop as little as possible. I have actually bought a $1,000 coat I subsequently realised I didn't like.

I can imagine these conversations with my doctor.
'How can I help you?'
'Prescribe me some morphine.'
'Why?'
'I want to buy a coat I like.'
'I can't help you with that. Is there anything else?'
'Prescribe me some amphetamine.'
'Why?'
'I need to buy a mobile phone.'
'Are you serious?'
'I'm afraid so.'

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by Poet on January 17, 2014, at 17:42:58

In reply to Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 16:56:18

I like online shopping: no one to annoy me except myself. I think I would have told the oaf to thump the banana and listen for a hollow sound. I remember being at the zoo and a kid had his head stuck out of a wooden cut out of a flamingo and his father was yelling, look you're a pelican. Yes, all pelicans are pink and like to stand on one leg... I just hoped the kid wasn't studying birds in school that year.

Poet

 

Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??

Posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 19:36:56

In reply to Re: I hate people, who wants to join the club??, posted by sigismund on January 17, 2014, at 16:56:18

On the subject of the general ridiculousness of life, I laughed myself sick over this about Russia (Saltykov-Schedrin).

To begin with the Volga was kneaded with oat flower, then a calf was dragged to the bathhouse, then kasha was cooked in a bag, then the goat drowned in the malt-vat, then a pig was bought for a beaver, and a dog was killed for a wolf, then the best sandals went missing and were looked for in the courtyard: there were six sandals lost and seven were found; then a lobster was received with bell chiming, then a pike was driven away from the eggs, then a mosquito was chased for eight versts, but the mosquito was sitting on the Poshekhonet's nose, then a priest was traded for a dog, then the stockade was caulked with blinis, then a flea was put on a chain, then a demon was recruited as a soldier, then the sky was propped up with stakes, and, finally, they got tired and sat down to wait what would become of it all.


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