is a cunt.
You know what it’s like … the thing you need in the supermarket off-sale/just an empty shelf, yet some cunt with the product at the bottom of a stock trolley yapping to some other cunt pal of theirs by the stockroom door, nonchalant and indifferent .. or when you hand over your hard-earned currency to some poor-man’s bungie-jumping outfit on a bridge (‘rope jumping’) .. and the three staff throw you 140ft off said bridge to your death after forgetting to attach the rope … 🙄
or you pay for flying lessons but your instructor opens the door at 820ft, unbuckles his seat belt and jumps to his death leaving you at the controls … 🤷♂️
(link for that one below, admin due to 1 link rule)
I guess ‘You just can’t get the staff’ rings true …
Nominated by Cuntemall.
The trick is to shop local, shop white,
and get to know the staff.
I get good service most places,
but then I know them.
hello Dave, how’s the baby?
still teething? what’s he called again?
Keanu?
lovely name, ‘
alright John, busy?
nice to see you pal’
i get stuff marked down by staff,
stuff held back for me,
allsorts.
its nice to be nice.
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Here in Cornwall it is hard to find reliable tradesmen and pubs and restaurants have a high turnover of staff. Happily, we have found a good plumber through friends and an excellent lady decorator. Our local butcher is superb and we are on first name terms with the staff so as Mis says they go the extra mile for loyal customers.
There is a tee shirt here which says ‘I said that l would do it dreckly, there is no need to remind me every six months’
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Our elder lives the other side of the Tamar Guzzi and has the same experience. She had never done DIY until she moved down there but now she does basic maintenance out of sheer necessity sometimes with me on the phone giving her running instructions.
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Or a albert tatlock, sue perkins northern twat with 25,000 votes, who assumes he is qualified to be prime minister, by making tik tok videos on bar snacks and barm cakes..
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Bring back discrimination.
Ditch all of the equality laws.
If some cunt is clearly not suitable for a job then the employer should have the right to not employ them or to sack them if they turn out to be fucking useless.
When I first started work, a receptionist would be employed not only for her abilities but also for her good looks.
She is the first contact that people will meet for your company.
Now, if you employ a pretty receptionist instead of an ugly tranny you will find yourself in court on discrimination charges.
A Pákí driving instructor would never have been employed.
Even Pákís know that other Pákís are hopeless drivers.
They are not capable of giving anyone any confidence.
There is no chance of employing a white man, even if he is much better qualified than the black candidates.
So being educated, qualified, male, heterosexual and white is a positive disadvantage in the workplace.
If you have a lifetime of experience you are also pushed to the back of the queue, because you are old and therefore racist.
The modern day workforce consists of useless, lazy incompetent cunts.
A well observed cunting.
Good morning.
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It’s a thought provoking point – I’ve just realised that the word “discriminate” has been hijacked by the self righteous pompous moral pontificators of the left as a damning slur, when in fact the literal meaning of the word is to show prudent judgement.
Hear hear, let us hope the world sees a proliferation of discrimination, it would sort out a lot of fucking problems.
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I don’t know about incompetents in charge of bungee jumping, or flying instructors doing a ” goodbye, cruel world ” stunt partway through a flying lesson ( I wonder if he could be posthumously charged with attempted murder? ), but the supermarket staff one regularly makes my blood boil.
As if getting about these days isn’t hard enough, maneovering my mobility scooter around the cages, which are blocking access to the goods I need ( and no cunt in sight because they’re chatting to a pal in the next aisle, also with a cage ).
I’ve bought a hooter for my scooter, although it’s not quite as loud as Brian Blesseds battle cry in Flash Gordon, it certainly makes the twats take notice.
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I don’t know about supermarket staff as that is Mrs Cunter’s domain, but I imagine it is frustrating if you can’t reach what you want and there is nobody to help.
We have a town not too far away which is billed as the furniture capital of Spain.
Huge furniture shops are lined up, one after another for perhaps a kilometer, each side of the main road.
The odd thing is that there is rarely any customers in any of them.
They make their money by selling furniture packs to builders.
When I have been in one I have had to wander around to look for a member of staff.
They can often be found sitting at a desk, playing on their mobiles.
Shoe shops are the same.
You eventually get someone’s attention but they tell you that they haven’t got your size, without even bothering to look.
I have been in electrical stores and asked if they have particular items in stock for immediate delivery.
The staff disappear to find out but are not seen again.
From my point of view the very worst are the bars and restaurants.
You go in to have a few drinks and because business is slow that night, they will start packing up all the tables and chairs around you. This can happen as early as 8pm.
You end up sitting at a solitary table with the staff scowling at you because they want to go home early.
The TV’s and music are turned off and the shutters get half closed while some miserable cunt starts mopping the floor around you.
I suppose that the answer would be not to go to these places ever again.
That’s easier said than done when all businesses seem to be the same.
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if in sainsbury and you can’t find a item,
and you ask a member of staff and they say
‘ I’ll just check in the back for you ‘
just wander off,
they haven’t got it in stock and are wasting your time.
They’re told to do this.
part of their training.
like they’re searching and doing their best to find it.
what they’re really doing is standing in the warehouse picking their nose.
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Ask them if they have any bogies, then they can`t walk away.
🐽
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I can live with incompetence in goods and services, I can go to a different shop or garage. Our real problem is incompetence in government. MPs generally lack basic understanding of how the world works. They get into power by skilled use of the gob, excessive and unjustified self-confidence and most importantly, having the right connections. Most MPs are lawyers by trade. They write their own jobs into law and charge you an arm and a leg to interpret for you the rules they have written. They believe in bollocks like “net zero” and a previous lawyer PM seriously planned to give away sovereign British territory to a foreign power plus a big wedge of taxpayer’s cash.
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The NHS is the font of all incompetence in my experience.
I’m lucky enough never to have been a guest of these quacks,
but visiting others.
Lazy fat Africans, doctors who misdiagnose and give wrong medication
filthy fuckin wards etc
you’d be better off on some napoleanic battle field with a bit of leather to bite down on as some sawbones takes your leg off.
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Miss ‘bargain-basement bridge chuck’ bears some percentage of the blame for her own demise. Completely obsessed with the look-at-me video angle(like half the human population these days), who the fuck is so stupid as to let 3 strangers walk you overhead to the edge of a ravine and fling you off without noticing the complete absence of as much as a belt or harness placement of SOME kind beforehand?
As long as the GoPro was in place on her bonce, I guess.
Alas one of the ‘staff’ ran down to her mangled being and whipped the camera off in a case of C.Y.A., so Mz Rodriguez last social media vid is the one in the link instead, by a spectator.
It has over a million views.
She’d be SO proud.
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I’m the sort of person who brings out the good in people and can’t recollect anyone being rude to me, mainly because being brought up in the north where everyone seems to have a kind way about them. Especially if working in shopping centres, the northerner will go out of their way to please the public.
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There’s even been incidents were a northern assistant had gone completely over the top with the assisting and had to be taken away in a straight jacket.
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That pilot who jumped out of the plane leaving his student to fly back and land the fucker said to her before jumping
” keep going forward”
which is great motivational advice!!
she was lucky to get such a philosophical teacher.
‘endeavour to persevere ‘
he shouted free falling to his death.
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We’ve started using a local farm for our 🥛 and 🥚 delivered at a cheaper price than the supermarket,with no farts from the 🐄 bothered about and the 🥚 are large with a nice long date 👍…at a Tesco in town there’s a young lad with a pair of stonkers and a voice like a parade ground sergeant 🫡 with his bobbled hair trying his best at trannyism 🏳️🌈… I’ve called him cock and mate when asking him a question, surprised I’ve not been barred or had plod at the entrance on the way out…oh well ‘every little helps’ 😩
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Jason Arday tells a good tale maybe is next role will be in Andy’s gang
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When I was a young a kid used to work.
Not up the chimneys or in the mill, I’m not that old.
You could walk down any shopping street and there would be signs in the various windows for Saturday girls or boys.
The owners could stipulate boy or girl.
If I remember the lower age limit was 13, but I don’t think that anyone checked as long as you were capable of doing the job.
The money came in handy.
A few shillings in those days could keep you in sweets and comics.
I used to help the milkman from about 6 in the morning until mid afternoon.
Saturday’s were for collecting money as well as delivering.
It was a long day. I used to get half a crown if I remember correctly, and the milkman used to buy me egg and chips in the cafe when we finished.
By going to work kids used to learn how to be punctual, reasonably smart, polite and hard working.
Every business had a Saturday boy or girl.
We learned valuable life lessons.
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