So I went to get some milk...

southsiderosie · 18-10-2010 05:48PM

punchdrunk wrote: »

just yesterday,we had a guy run into our shop and grab a child out of a womans arms and try to run away with the kid,huge fight ensued

turns out he was the father and they had split up,and she wasn't letting him see the child on weekends so he tried to take her by force

queue about six guards showing up to sort out the situation...pure craziness!

:eek:

Yikes. That's intense.

laugh · 18-10-2010 06:01PM

Biggins wrote: »

cheques.

True story. Honest to god and I swear that on my life.

The United States government pays the FBI staff by cheque?

How many number of years ago?

Irish Guitarist · 18-10-2010 06:02PM

This is disgusting more than crazy. I was once in a queue in Tesco behind a man with dreadlocks. The smell off of him was possibly the worst smell I've ever witnessed emanating from any living being.

I mention the dreadlocks because that must have been where the smell was coming from as hair with dreadlocks can't be washed. I'm sure he hadn't washed his hair in at least a year.

Biggins · 18-10-2010 06:04PM

laugh wrote: »

The United States government pays the FBI staff by cheque?

How many number of years ago?

10+
I was just a Joe Soap in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It was all over in less than two minutes and business went on as usual.
I just went to my way too.

Stinicker · 18-10-2010 06:04PM

Irish Guitarist wrote: »

This is disgusting more than crazy. I was once in a queue in Tesco behind a man with dreadlocks. The smell off of him was possibly the worst smell I've ever witnessed emanating from any living being.

I mention the dreadlocks because that must have been where the smell was coming from as hair with dreadlocks can't be washed. I'm sure he hadn't washed his hair in at least a year.

Ah Crusties, would this have been a Tesco in Mayo, he was probably fresh from a campsite at the ol' Shell to Sea down with this sort of thing.

**Vai** · 18-10-2010 06:06PM

Irish Guitarist wrote: »

This is disgusting more than crazy. I was once in a queue in Tesco behind a man with dreadlocks. The smell off of him was possibly the worst smell I've ever witnessed emanating from any living being.

I mention the dreadlocks because that must have been where the smell was coming from as hair with dreadlocks can't be washed. I'm sure he hadn't washed his hair in at least a year.

http://www.dreadheadhq.com/make_dreadlocks_maintain_washing.php :rolleyes:

punchdrunk · 18-10-2010 06:06PM

southsiderosie wrote: »

:eek:

Yikes. That's intense.

yeah completely mental,he was just a completely ordinary looking bloke
but he came in swinging digs at presumably the girls mother infront of his own child,the little poor girl was petrified

southsiderosie · 18-10-2010 06:27PM

I spent a summer in Nicaragua, and going to the bank to cash travelers checks (this was a looong time ago) was always a pain in the ass because not only does everything happen super-slowly, but there is this informal rule that if a pensioner or a pregnant woman comes into the bank, they can skip to the front of the queue. So after about 45 minutes of watching about 6 OAPs jump the line, I was super pissed when this American backpacker who had been fanning herself in line behind me said something to the security guard and got escorted to the counter. Just as the clerk was counting out her change, the backpacker swayed, grabbed the counter, and projectile-vomited. The force of it was so strong that it sprayed over the top of the dividing glass, hitting the clerk...but the bulk of it sprayed back onto the backpacker and the floor.

For about 5 seconds, everyone in the bank froze. The silence was broken by the clerk, who started screaming hysterically and ran to the back room. We all remained frozen in line, until another grim-faced clerk appeared from the back with a bucket and mop, and handed them to the vomit-soaked girl. At this point, two older ladies took pity on her, and pulled out bottled water and kleenex from their handbags.

On the way out of the bank, there was an accident involving a chicken bus and a pole, but I didn't stick around; I'd had enough drama for one day.

Gyalist · 18-10-2010 06:39PM

Irish Guitarist wrote: »

This is disgusting more than crazy. I was once in a queue in Tesco behind a man with dreadlocks. The smell off of him was possibly the worst smell I've ever witnessed emanating from any living being.

I mention the dreadlocks because that must have been where the smell was coming from as hair with dreadlocks can't be washed. I'm sure he hadn't washed his hair in at least a year.

That will no doubt come as news to the scores of Rastas that I know in South America & the Caribbean who take maintenance of their locks very seriously and wash them daily.

southsiderosie · 18-10-2010 06:42PM

Gyalist wrote: »

That will no doubt come as news to the scores of Rastas that I know in South America & the Caribbean who take maintenance of their locks very seriously and wash them daily.

There does seem to be a significant number of trustafarians, however, who see growing dreadlocks, wearing Mexican ponchos, getting stupid tattoos, and not bathing as rites of passage in their 20s (or until daddy cuts them off). And the stink off of them is eight thousand times worse in hot countries.

Gyalist · 18-10-2010 06:44PM

southsiderosie wrote: »

There does seem to be a significant number of trustafarians, however, who see growing dreadlocks, wearing Mexican ponchos, getting stupid tattoos, and not bathing as rites of passage in their 20s. And the stink off of them is eight thousand times worse in hot countries.

Not everyone with dreads is a Rasta.

southsiderosie · 18-10-2010 06:45PM

Gyalist wrote: »

Not everyone with dreads is a Rasta.

Do you see the word "rastafarian" in my post? Look again.

18-10-2010 07:34PM

punchdrunk wrote: »

just yesterday,we had a guy run into our shop and grab a child out of a womans arms and try to run away with the kid,huge fight ensued

turns out he was the father and they had split up,and she wasn't letting him see the child on weekends so he tried to take her by force

queue about six guards showing up to sort out the situation...pure craziness!

I see what you did there

Terry · 19-10-2010 09:30PM

I was in the off licence earlier.
The girl behind the counter was of Indian descent.

My lodger was with me and I was buying his beer.
I brought mine to the counter. The brand my lodger wanted just at the edge of the store-room. He asked the girl if it was ok for him to go in there and pick up an 8 pack (the **** on the night before is known to be extremely lazy, and his co-workers despise him. The lodger didn't want to make this young lady go in and have to move a couple of trays of beer just because her co-worker was too lazy to stack them properly).

While he was picking up his 8 pack the young lady behind the counter asked me how to spell his chosen brand. She intended to type it out on the till to make things go a bit quicker because of the queue.

Umm. K-a-r... umm... p-a-c-k-i-e...
fine when you're dealing with Packie from down the road. Not so easy when you are dealing with someone from India or there-abouts.
I heard quite a few giggles from those in the queue.

Then there was the more awkward moment. Well, probably more sad and pathetic than awkward.
I went from the off licence to Jack's (the newsagents) to get the papers. Get the papers.
A mentally ill and physically ill woman from around the corner was at the top of the queue and she stank to high heaven.

Knowing of her illness, I didn't pass judgement. However the two people behind her were choking on the fumes.
After she left, Jack's daughter grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it around the shop.

She acknowledged the woman's illness and expressed sympathy, but pointed out that she had to think of the customers. The smell was really bad. She was right.

Another friend suggested that this woman be put in a home in order for her to be taken care of. I pointed out that she has two grown daughters. The friend then said that the daughters don't want to have anything to do with their mother.
I feel sad now.

Karpackie. That cheered me up a little.

southsiderosie · 19-10-2010 09:36PM

Terry wrote: »

I was in the off licence earlier.
The girl behind the counter was of Indian descent.

My lodger was with me and I was buying his beer.

Ok, stop right there. Is this the conspiracy theorist lodger that you were buying an 8-pack for?

Johro · 19-10-2010 09:37PM

Stinicker wrote: »

I was in a queue in America with a friend of mine, anyway two black teenagers skipped the queue and I shouted at them "no cutting the line" and this other totally unrelated big black guy threatens me with Racist rhetoric and then showed a knife, my friend quickly pulled out his concealed 9mm and pointed it straight into the scumbags face and made a citizens arrest, the piece of scum was on parole and went back in for a five year stretch.

Wow, like, totally freakin' awesome man!:rolleyes:

Johro · 19-10-2010 09:42PM

See.. This kinda thing never happens to me... I must pick the boring queues. Mostly I avoid them anyway.
Also the shops don't seem half as busy these days.;)

Johro · 19-10-2010 09:45PM

southsiderosie wrote: »

To make a long story short, was in line at the super-cheap grocery store, and the line next to me closed, so everyone rushed to queue up behind me. A bottle-blonde transvestite with radioactive spray-on tan won the scrum, prompting howls of protest from a troika of Spanish gypsy women who insisted that since the transvestite was behind them in the other line, she should get to the back of the new line. While this was going on behind me, a drunk man with a cellophane-wrapped donut that had at least four markdown stickers on it stepped in front of me and tried to pay for the donut. Well, I had about reached my limit and told him the end of the line was THAT WAY (points to back of long line), to which he responded "IT'S ONLY ONE ITEM!!!" and waved the donut in my face. When I said it wasn't fair to all the people behind me, the transvestite said "Well, if it's only one item", prompting new shrieks of despair from the gypsy women. At this point we all turned to the 16 year old clerk who looked at me, looked at the donut, announced "I have to do a price check" and ran off.

After about 30 seconds, the man collected his change and stomped off.

The clerk returned, innocently asked "oh, did he leave" and started ringing up my groceries while muttering "How stupid".

Moral of the story: cheap Greek yogurt is not worth the hassle of dealing with crazy people in Spanish supermarkets

Cool story..em.. Sis..

Terry · 20-10-2010 01:45AM

southsiderosie wrote: »

Ok, stop right there. Is this the conspiracy theorist lodger that you were buying an 8-pack for?

Yes. Beer tends to shut him up for a few hours.

recylingbin · 20-10-2010 01:51AM

southsiderosie wrote: »

...and while waiting in line, ended up in a queue-jumping confrontation involving myself, an angry drunk man, a transvestite, a family of gypsies, and a very stale chocolate donut. I wish I could say I was kidding.

At your fridge?
Weird.

MilkLover · 20-10-2010 02:19AM

southsiderosie wrote: »

So I went to get some milk...

Go on...

PanchoVilla · 20-10-2010 02:27AM

I was standing in the taxi office on Parnell St. near Fibbers, just having a chat with the dispatcher, when some 60-year old came in and punched me in the back of the head. He was pissed out of his head. I turned around to see a younger man come in, grab your man, apologize to me, then pull your man out of the taxi office. The old drunk never took his eyes off me, it kinda freaked me out. He looked at me like I'd just killed his dog. One of the strangest things I've ever experienced.

**Vai** · 20-10-2010 03:24PM

Terry wrote: »

get the papers. Get the papers.

So I went to get some milk...

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