A ‘Get a fucking move on’ cunting for the aforementioned Spawn of Satan. You’re getting cash out of a hole-in-the-fucking-wall, not pre-flighting a fucking 737 you jittery cunt.
I’ve been in helicopters that have got in the air from the fucking hangar quicker than you’ve extracted a fucking tenner. I just want to get some cash out for my lunch, a CAT 1’s just come in over the radio and you’re sticking your fucking card in for a third bastard time??
Once more and you’ll be riding in the back of my truck quicker than you fucking thought.
Good morning.
Nominated by: DCI Gene Cunt
(Good job you don’t get stuck behind some of the senile old cunts on this site – Day Admin)
Been ages since I used an actual cash point, possibly a couple of years. Can’t say I’ve encountered too many folk taking forever. Not trying to sound smug, as I have many memories of some kind of blocker ahead of me in a queue of some sort, usually in shops, holding it up. I always remember these types:
-coupon-ers presenting 500 coupons at a check out
-the old dear who waits to the end to start rummaging for the purse (sometimes even questioning the bill) and then the eternal wait for the cash to be counted out, note by note and coin by coin. If you’re very unlucky, they can’t find that last 20p.
-the ones that like to talk and just carry on that conversation on for way too long
-some malfunction drama
-some cunt buying lottery tickets, then asking for several hundred lottery tickets to be checked (its all online fgs) then putting money on some card/making a bill payment and then wanting 500 other things from behind the counter, arrgghh
Fuck shops
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Mount sniper towers at each location, simples.
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