Alternatively, take a carrier bag in your rucksack. When checking out, fill carrier bag, pay, lift carrier bag into rucksack.
Did you read all of that post? 😁
Did you read all of that post?
Yeah but meh.
Trying to lift a full carrier bag into a backpack(especially when it's a roll top waterproof bag that doesn't stretch) is a total pita often.
It's a science to pack it and carry it safely on a motorbike. You have to get it fitting all Tetris-like to maximise the space, not let things get crushed and even think about what you'd like against your back should you take a dismount at 60mph or so. Can of baked beans in the spine anyone?
You can't just go shoving that shit in willy-nilly you know!
Caveat - obviously I wouldn't do this when there are people waiting. I'd take it away in the trolley and pack it somewhere else then.
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That's literally what I just said.
(Also, it was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, I was teasing...!)
Not sure whether I've covered this one before, but 'Make sure the lid of the kitchen bin is closed". Because we don't want flies getting in there, do we?
OK, fine, understood. But ive just logged something wholly impractical about this whilst we were having breakfast. In the space of 2 mins, I had to open (and re-close) said lid 4 times
- To put a tissue in there (which could have been thrown from my stool, tbh, had the lid been open)
- To scrape some toastcrumbs in there
- To knock coffee grounds in there
- To drop her teabag in there.
Obviously there's an argument for 'do all those things in one go' but unless you plan everything ahead like a military operation, that ain't gonna happen. So I'm back and forth across the kitchen several times in short order, opening and closing unnecessarily. Still, I suppose it's good for daily steps, eh?
See also toilet lids. We've definitely done that one.
Taking in parcels for neighbours. I get on well with all of the neighbours. I also WFH so end up taking in parcels now and then. Noticed over the past year or so that not one of them will ever pop around to collect what's been dropped off. I am expected to deliver such. It's a minor thing, but it's starting to become annoying.
Feral kids on trains - I would ask the parents why the gobby little shites aren't in school, but I suspect the parents didn't go to school either.
Dog walker ahead, same direction, dog roaming free.
Ear buds in without hearing anything despite three gradually louder "Hello" at gradually closing range.
If you can't hear, not a problem, but at least watch your dog's body language and be prepared if it goes off on one 😕
I'm heading off for a week of European mtbing. Work is mental in the last few weeks of term (I know, aw shame,) which means I have to sleep have a bit of peace for the first day or two
Anyway, pulling stuff together and Mrs 100th starts to hoover and tidy. Put clothes on bed and it's stripped to get hung out. I gave up and went to the garage to start packing the bike and suddenly she needs her bike fettled, oh and the gravel bb needs a look at.
Come back in and the bag I was taking has been tidied and the bag I hate is out because "I thought you'd rather it.
I love her dearly and she puts up with a lot but dear god. Oh and now she wants to do a 150mile round trip to look at a new car, tomorrow.
Romesh Ranganathan on the radio. I don't understand how someone who has such entertaining live shows manages to make his radio show so incredibly boring.
Romesh Ranganathan on the radio.
Milton Jones on anything at all. Rehashing 20 year old jokes in a tired wacky persona might have been funny once. I suppose.
The guy in the supermarket I'm parked outside waiting to pick my wife up from her hair appointment. It's one of those little supermarkets so why it needs 8 trollies, IDK but it has them lined up outside, relevance to come.
He's doing a restock of shelves and after every box of confectionary is done, he brings a solitary box outside, tears the tape off and flattens it and then puts in a recycling cage. And then off to do another.
I get having eleventeen empty boxes in the aisles of the shop would be a pita, but fgs man, get a trolley in (leaving only 7 available for the use of the 2 or 3 customers that have come in the time I typed this, to buy variously an ice lolly, some milk, and a 4 pack of fake Spanish lager, none of whom needed a trolley.
He's done about 3 miles back and forth and it's really missing me off
Ear buds in without hearing anything despite three gradually louder "Hello" at gradually closing range.
OMG these ear buds drive me mental.
You have to pass really really slowly, kind of creep up on them and when you pass they jump out of their skin and get all angry with you, because you gave them a fright. Wandering along in their own little worlds, oblivious to everything around them.
Then you have to be the one to apologise 😤
The fact that for all the advances in sustainable packaging flour is still shipped in paper (yay) bags that are folded down then glued shut with something that could probably hold a battleship together making it a lottery as to whether you'll be able to open the bag without ripping a hole in it and then having to deal with a trickle of flour that spills out of the hole every time you use it.
What about pasta bags? Made of plastic with the structural integrity of girders in the direction you want it to tear, and wet tissue in the direction you want it to hold.
The pasta bags, so yes to that. In addition the tear often follows the path where the little stick down tab to reseal them goes in theory, but never does due to the tear. It's almost an actual design feature.
Slotted screws boil my piss
For the love of god how did the industrial revolution ever become a thing with their shitty little screwdriver slots folding at the merest suggestion that they might need to be undone. I bet even Isambard Kingdom Brunel turned into Malcolm Tucker every time he tried to take a door off a hinge or needed to hang a radiator. If ever there's a Noble Peace prize going spare it should be given to the man who invented the Phillips screw. Presumably a Mr Phillips. If you're still alive mate, I salute you
Original rant for a club ride on Sunday, that one was for a rider on the local health ride group last night:
Ah right. I thought the same rider was cascading down the groups one by one. Thanks for taking the time to explain to me!
Surely there should be a caveat with No Drop rides if the rider is explicitly told that the ride will be too fast for them....
Joat - added to the above list. Nobody likes a solution to their pet peeves. (Note to self, check out the scissors thing.)
The pasta bags, so yes to that. In addition the tear often follows the path where the little stick down tab to reseal them goes in theory, but never does due to the tear. It's almost an actual design feature.
Scissors, the solution is scissors.
You sound like the kind of person that asks strangers for directions and reads instruction manuals, heaven forbid!
Pasta and rice.
I have two tubs that I fill with pasta and rice (seperatly of course) this gets round the issue of having bags splitting
Isambard Kingdom Brunel turned into Malcolm Tucker every time he tried to take a door off a hinge or needed to hang a radiator.
He certainly would have done if it was a rusty Phillips head cos there's a good chance it would have rounded out and he would have been shafted, whereas with a slotted head and the right size screwdriver he'd still have stood half a chance.
Went for a fairly long ride today, missing the start of the British GP. My OH, was patient enough to wait for me to get home, so we could watch it together.
Apparently the chubby foghorn next door shouted the results and exactly how the race ended to his dad. His dad was 4m away apparently, yet the whole street, and I suspect any passing aircraft got to hear the race summary.
North Yorkshire County Council.
Many things annoy me but one that keeps happening is their inability to secure the paper & cardboard recycling bag after emptying it. Which means is often gets blown away. Which has happened again today.
Now need to go and get another.
