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boblydon

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How is it that when your standing in a checkout, most men always seem to have their wallet out ready to pay for the goods they have bought, women however wait untill they are told the amount they need to pay before even attempting to find there purse, which is allways at the bottom of the bag which they have just put all the shopping in.
Another thing which annoys me, is, when standing in queue ( ie chip shop ) why do people not decide what they want from the menu board, why wait untill they are asked what they want do they then try and decide ?????

What type of thing annoys you ?????
 
well known fact Bob English people love queing, they would join a queue just for the wait and to find out why they where queing for.
 
Bob thought you might enjoy this, funny what i get up too these days

STARTERS ORDERS

Almost 10 o’clock, the runners getting ready for the off
Some early gatherers mouths starting to froth
As we all jostle for a place at the tape
And soon we will know our terrible fate
A few late arrivals try to sneak round cafeteria bend
Hopefully the waiting will soon come to an end
While others just barge to the front
I hope my hind quarters can take the brunt
Rows and rows of runners are now quite ready
And holding our lines quite steady
The starter she comes and opens the tape
And we all make a dash for the small narrow gate
The first few fall as they tried to take the outside lanes
But it is clear this is quite insane
Another few go as we pass Mothers Pride
O my god what a terrible ride
The field is now spreading as some take wrong turns
My hands holding the reins are starting to burn
The backs of my legs are all black and blue
Caused by others trying to barge through
As we race past cobblers last
There seems no way others can get past
But as we approach butchers straight
As into sight comes the finishing gate
I am barged from the side
From way out wide
This knocks me out of stride with so little time
That a little old filly beats me to the line
As we stand impatiently in the queue
Making such a hull a baloo
Bumping and bashing to get through the finishing gate
Nobody likes this terrible wait
As I stand there my legs aching and black and blue
Eventually I am through and paid my due
There will be no more standing in terrible queues
Until I have to do the shopping again for the week
When once again with fright, my legs will go all weak
 
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