Why Are You Pissed Off Today?

So apparently I have to pay the overdue local council rates on my house rather than the previous owners... plus interest on the amount. How the fuck is that fair? Usually (with apartments) it's the seller that is responsible for settling debts on the property upon sale. As if bleeding out from having a leg chopped off isn't enough, they want to take a quart of blood from my left arm as well.
they're really sawing your dick off over there.
 
Is this not similar to not doing your due diligence and buying property that has a lien on it because of the previous owner?
 
Guess who got attacked by a delivery driver today?

Yes: me! Punched in the face, neck and chest and called a ''Fucking Britisher!'' Now my neck's gone and I'm off to the hospital in the next 15 minutes. All lobsided and stiffening-up.

I didn't fight back - just stood there and didn't flinch - as it was in the street with all the gossips and the missus was there. I got a photo, number plate. Complaint in with the supermarket he works for and with the cops. Purely for any neck injury claims or brain damage.
 
Guess who got attacked by a delivery driver today?

Yes: me! Punched in the face, neck and chest and called a ''Fucking Britisher!'' Now my neck's gone and I'm off to the hospital in the next 15 minutes. All lobsided and stiffening-up.

I didn't fight back - just stood there and didn't flinch - as it was in the street with all the gossips and the missus was there. I got a photo, number plate. Complaint in with the supermarket he works for and with the cops. Purely for any neck injury claims or brain damage.
What the hell? How did that kick off? Hope you feel better soon!
 
Guess who got attacked by a delivery driver today?

Yes: me! Punched in the face, neck and chest and called a ''Fucking Britisher!'' Now my neck's gone and I'm off to the hospital in the next 15 minutes. All lobsided and stiffening-up.

I didn't fight back - just stood there and didn't flinch - as it was in the street with all the gossips and the missus was there. I got a photo, number plate. Complaint in with the supermarket he works for and with the cops. Purely for any neck injury claims or brain damage.

Britisher sounds like what brown people call the Brits.

Hope you recover soon. At least he took aim at you and not your wife - who is also not Dutch.
 
What the hell? How did that kick off? Hope you feel better soon!
Just returned from getting some dry hung steak with the missus and there's a super market home delivery van over our driveway. The wife was driving and gestured for him to move away so we could park and he gave the fist and the finger with an angry face. He wasn't in the middle of offloading, he had just parked.

So I jumped out the car went up to him and explained it wasn't acceptable behaviour to do that to my wife and when he realised he was speaking to an Englishman, he exclaimed ''Fucking Britisher!'' Then he got very aggressive, so I said I will put a complaint in then, took a photo of his number plate and then he attacked and tried to destroy my phone.

It was one of those split second things: do I fight back and cause a scene and maybe one of us gets really hurt or worse. Plus the missus was getting involved and then the neighbour came out to which I had to say, ''Appreciate this is your delivery, but it's none of your business.''

Anyway, all rather embarrassing, so I went inside and did what I needed to do.

Feel reasonably better now - he wasn't a hard hitter as I was still standing - but blood pressure was high and heart beat was 110 at the hospital.

Britisher sounds like what brown people call the Brits.
He was native Dutch. The other delivery drivers around here are generally on the same run, we see them all the time, mostly non-native Dutch and super friendly and efficient folk.
 
Just returned from getting some dry hung steak with the missus and there's a super market home delivery van over our driveway. The wife was driving and gestured for him to move away so we could park and he gave the fist and the finger with an angry face. He wasn't in the middle of offloading, he had just parked.

So I jumped out the car went up to him and explained it wasn't acceptable behaviour to do that to my wife and when he realised he was speaking to an Englishman, he exclaimed ''Fucking Britisher!'' Then he got very aggressive, so I said I will put a complaint in then, took a photo of his number plate and then he attacked and tried to destroy my phone.

It was one of those split second things: do I fight back and cause a scene and maybe one of us gets really hurt or worse. Plus the missus was getting involved and then the neighbour came out to which I had to say, ''Appreciate this is your delivery, but it's none of your business.''

Anyway, all rather embarrassing, so I went inside and did what I needed to do.

Feel reasonably better now - he wasn't a hard hitter as I was still standing - but blood pressure was high and heart beat was 110 at the hospital.


He was native Dutch. The other delivery drivers around here are generally on the same run, we see them all the time, mostly non-native Dutch and super friendly and efficient folk.

We’re you wearing something Aposemantic?
 
Are you sure you are a Britisher?
Don't get lagered enough now to fit in with that.

As you know, disagreements can escalate pretty damn quick in the UK to unacceptable levels of violence. That's why the driving culture in the UK is so great, mega-curtesy and respect to avoid confrontation and misunderstanings and getting your head kicked in: a nod, a wave and flash of lights to let you in and the like - we're all working on the same team. Going places!

Aposemantic
No, but only because I had a very dark brown Barbour on over a bright yellow BB cotton jumper that was hidden.
 
As you know, disagreements can escalate pretty damn quick in the UK to unacceptable levels of violence. That's why the driving culture in the UK is so great, mega-curtesy and respect to avoid confrontation and misunderstanings and getting your head kicked in: a nod, a wave and flash of lights to let you in and the like - we're all working on the same team. Going places!
I prefer the armed detente on the US
No, but only because I had a very dark brown Barbour on over a bright yellow BB cotton jumper that was hidden.
Cotton? COTTON! Say no more, Brittisher. ;)

And what was he wearing? A leather jacket?
 
Don't get lagered enough now to fit in with that.

As you know, disagreements can escalate pretty damn quick in the UK to unacceptable levels of violence. That's why the driving culture in the UK is so great, mega-curtesy and respect to avoid confrontation and misunderstanings and getting your head kicked in: a nod, a wave and flash of lights to let you in and the like - we're all working on the same team. Going places!
While I agree that almost 100% of the time it’s better to avoid getting into a fight, if you nevertheless do, DO NOT LOOSE
 
Clearly he took offense at the yellow jumper
Unlikely, as he had the yellow uniform of the Jumbo supermarket he works for on.

I prefer the armed detente on the US

Cotton? COTTON! Say no more, Brittisher. ;)

And what was he wearing? A leather jacket?
As above on his uniform. I do have a photo, but can't post it as it's evidence now.

You're right, there's something to be said about being mutually armed and therefore, respect needs to be shown.
While I agree that almost 100% of the time it’s better to avoid getting into a fight, if you nevertheless do, DO NOT LOOSE
In this case, I didn't loose. If someone punches you 3 or 4 times and you're still standing and haven't collapsed, they're hardly a hard man. If I had immediately decked him, it would have worked against me, although that would be the first instinct.

The mission now is to ensure someone of that temperament is suitably exposed and stopped from being able to threaten people again. All the boxes now are ticked and I follow up with the cops tomorrow and go after him through the appropriate legal process.
 
Back when I taught an armed self defense class at the Jewish community center (Antifa in action!), I’d mostly teach the class a range of de-escalation techniques. I also stressed that running away from a threat is a wise and respectable response. If you absolutely can’t avoid a fight, then fight for your life and win it.
 
Back when I taught an armed self defense class at the Jewish community center (Antifa in action!), I’d mostly teach the class a range of de-escalation techniques. I also stressed that running away from a threat is a wise and respectable response. If you absolutely can’t avoid a fight, then fight for your life and win it.
That much is true, but in my case, killing a delivery driver is a bit beneath me and certainly not willing to do time for that twit. And I didn't think asking someone to move from the driveway and don't raise your fist at female drivers would escalate in such a manner.
 
Just returned from getting some dry hung steak with the missus and there's a super market home delivery van over our driveway. The wife was driving and gestured for him to move away so we could park and he gave the fist and the finger with an angry face. He wasn't in the middle of offloading, he had just parked.

So I jumped out the car went up to him and explained it wasn't acceptable behaviour to do that to my wife and when he realised he was speaking to an Englishman, he exclaimed ''Fucking Britisher!'' Then he got very aggressive, so I said I will put a complaint in then, took a photo of his number plate and then he attacked and tried to destroy my phone.

It was one of those split second things: do I fight back and cause a scene and maybe one of us gets really hurt or worse. Plus the missus was getting involved and then the neighbour came out to which I had to say, ''Appreciate this is your delivery, but it's none of your business.''

Anyway, all rather embarrassing, so I went inside and did what I needed to do.

Feel reasonably better now - he wasn't a hard hitter as I was still standing - but blood pressure was high and heart beat was 110 at the hospital.


He was native Dutch. The other delivery drivers around here are generally on the same run, we see them all the time, mostly non-native Dutch and super friendly and efficient folk.
Jeezus - thats bad. Hope you reported to police.
 
Jeezus - thats bad. Hope you reported to police.
Done that and to the supermarket themselves. The police were meant to ring me back to day for the formal statement, but they haven't. It is the weekend, so the local cop shop will have skeleton crew on the desk. So I will be onto them first thing Monday morning. That driver is going to get a lesson in what happens when you get on the wrong side of a ''Fucking Britisher!'', as I am going to cost him his job.
 
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$1600 in car repairs and 3 trips to the dealership this week. fucking sucks.

I thought your car was new and under warranty...although that doesn't repay your time lost.
 
Just got my share of my Mum's new house kitchen upgrade amongst other things in her new bungalow, GBP 5,500. Which is slightly higher than the GBP 1,300 which my sister estimated before christmas. I told her to be precise, so I can lock money in, as my missus will go nuts if I dare and try and take money out of the higher rate, so it will be coming out of my pocket money. Good job I had put some money in reserve.
 
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Just got my share of my Mum's new house kitchen upgrade amongst other things in her new bungalow, GBP 5,500. Which is slightly higher than the GBP 1,300 which my sister estimated before christmas. I told her to be precise, so I can lock money in, as my missus will go nuts if I dare and try and take money out of the higher rate, so it will be coming out of my pocket money. Good job I had put some money in reserve.

I thought you wear the pants in the household
 
I'm like everyone, fighting for my own space and kicks. If you'd hadn't noticed, these modern women don't do domestic subservience, to honour and obey.
There’s a looooooooong way betweem subservience and having to beg to access your bank account. Are you sure the delivery guy who punched you was not, in fact, your missus?
 
There’s a looooooooong way betweem subservience and having to beg to access your bank account. Are you sure the delivery guy who punched you was not, in fact, your missus?
As Paul Simon once sang, negotiations and love songs are often mistaken for one and the same. Same with joint bank accounts, don't mistake them for your own private sludge fund and as were not funding the mother-in-law's house upgrades then it's reasonable to expect that I take responsbility for my mum's and not the joint account.
 
I switched dentists at the beginning of the pandemic because I wouldn't get a chance to take rail and bus to get back to the one near my parents' old house, and he lost his licence because of dodgy insurance claims anyway.

This one is literally on the same block. It's pricey but has been around since I moved into this neighbourhood. I probably get 3 or 4 appointments with the one here every year and I've seen the dentist himself twice.

I swear I have more x-rays here than I ever had with the other one.

Suddenly I have a cavity in one of my back molars. Really? I've never had any cavities except one that mysteriously cropped up in my mid 20s. I cut sugar out of my diet ages ago. Other than passing out from excess alcohol, I brush and floss every day and drink my share of fluoride infused tap water.

He says look, you need a filling here. I see the exact same x-ray from this year from two years ago. In fact the side of my mouth that doesn't have a cavity right now looks exactly like the one that has it. I honestly believe they want to make a buck off me.

The dentist here is Persian. He said oh you have that Jay Leno jaw issue. We have to monitor it and if it's a problem refer you to a surgeon. I'm not 21 here.

Anyway, I did get lots of points from the hygienist about my outfit. She still couldn't believe I am dressed like this to run errands and go to a dentist. And the dentist said he loved my scent when he was checking my teeth given Iranians always go over board with perfumes and colognes.
 
I switched dentists at the beginning of the pandemic because I wouldn't get a chance to take rail and bus to get back to the one near my parents' old house, and he lost his licence because of dodgy insurance claims anyway.

This one is literally on the same block. It's pricey but has been around since I moved into this neighbourhood. I probably get 3 or 4 appointments with the one here every year and I've seen the dentist himself twice.

I swear I have more x-rays here than I ever had with the other one.

Suddenly I have a cavity in one of my back molars. Really? I've never had any cavities except one that mysteriously cropped up in my mid 20s. I cut sugar out of my diet ages ago. Other than passing out from excess alcohol, I brush and floss every day and drink my share of fluoride infused tap water.

He says look, you need a filling here. I see the exact same x-ray from this year from two years ago. In fact the side of my mouth that doesn't have a cavity right now looks exactly like the one that has it. I honestly believe they want to make a buck off me.

The dentist here is Persian. He said oh you have that Jay Leno jaw issue. We have to monitor it and if it's a problem refer you to a surgeon. I'm not 21 here.

Anyway, I did get lots of points from the hygienist about my outfit. She still couldn't believe I am dressed like this to run errands and go to a dentist. And the dentist said he loved my scent when he was checking my teeth given Iranians always go over board with perfumes and colognes.
Might have pissed you off but it was all amusing to me
 
I switched dentists at the beginning of the pandemic because I wouldn't get a chance to take rail and bus to get back to the one near my parents' old house, and he lost his licence because of dodgy insurance claims anyway.

This one is literally on the same block. It's pricey but has been around since I moved into this neighbourhood. I probably get 3 or 4 appointments with the one here every year and I've seen the dentist himself twice.

I swear I have more x-rays here than I ever had with the other one.

Suddenly I have a cavity in one of my back molars. Really? I've never had any cavities except one that mysteriously cropped up in my mid 20s. I cut sugar out of my diet ages ago. Other than passing out from excess alcohol, I brush and floss every day and drink my share of fluoride infused tap water.

He says look, you need a filling here. I see the exact same x-ray from this year from two years ago. In fact the side of my mouth that doesn't have a cavity right now looks exactly like the one that has it. I honestly believe they want to make a buck off me.

The dentist here is Persian. He said oh you have that Jay Leno jaw issue. We have to monitor it and if it's a problem refer you to a surgeon. I'm not 21 here.

Anyway, I did get lots of points from the hygienist about my outfit. She still couldn't believe I am dressed like this to run errands and go to a dentist. And the dentist said he loved my scent when he was checking my teeth given Iranians always go over board with perfumes and colognes.
Having had a very long and expensive chompers project these past two years, when I was back at the normal dentist and they said lets do some x-rays, I refused and said, I've already had several these past months you can get from the orthodontist and besides, I'm frightened of brain cancer. Which did the trick.

My Accountant, who I like to gauge as a weather for several prevailing winds and trends, informed me about a dentist who was retiring recently, like now. The turnover for the single dentist business was €340,000. Of which €120,000 went to rent and dental consumables, implants, etc, the rest was his own. Not sure the exact set-up, but I expect it would be low salary, high profit return. Anyway, the most he could sell the business for with the client base was €150,000.
 

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