Awkward British problems all Brits experience

• Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

craigb
Send her to the U.S. for a few days and she'll understand.  I get so annoyed at how many people (mostly young ones) feel they deserve to get paid when they do so little to earn it... 

SteveStrummerUK
 
 
James, is that Mr and Mrs Pogle

jamesg1213

SteveStrummerUK
 
 
James, is that Mr and Mrs Pogle

That it be! ''Mornin' Plaant..billberry wine?''

sharke
The following experience I had in a coffee shop recently is a classic example of the work ethic sadly prevalent among young people today. 
 
Coffee shop girl: "Hi, what can I get started for you?"
Me: "Can I get a small dar...."
 
*turns around and starts chatting to her friend*
 
So rather than cause a scene - which believe me I am THIS close to doing - I let it slide. 
 
Me: "Can I get a small dark roast please"
Coffee shop girl: "Sure! Let me get that for you." 
 
She then turns around and walks TWO FEET to the coffee machine, a journey of approximately one second. 
 
Coffee shop girl: "Did you say a light coffee?"
Me: "Dark roast."
Coffee shop girl: "Large, right?"
Me: "Small." 

Beepster
In my old hood there was a big butcher shop (great place to get decent meat for really really cheap). They set up a little lunch counter/grill where they'd cook you up sausages, burgers, chicken breast sammies and the like... again dirt cheap. Problem was they tended to keep it staffed with the second gen teenagers of the local European community (kids of the owners, older staff and friends kids etc who were hard working immigrants or whose immigrant parents didn't let them grow up to be slackers).
 
Anyway... one day I was in there getting some lunch and there was this braindead young girl blabbering on to her friends behind the counter. She puts my burger or whatever it was on the grill with her tongs, turns around and starts messing around with the stack of chicken breasts that are marinating in the cooler tray thingie. She then uses the SAME TONGS (which are now covered in raw chicken juice) to put my bun onto the grill for toasting (I could see the chicken juice dripping on to the bun). She also uses them to flip a bunch of other orders.
 
I politely point out to her that she just got raw chicken juice all over my bun and I'd like a new one that is less... salmonella-y. She had absolutely NO clue what the problem was and tried to argue there was nothing wrong with. I of course insisted. She does the old teenage eyeroll and slags me to one of her little friends who ALSO doesn't see the problem.
 
At that point one of the older women behind the counter who knows me hears what's going gives the little snot a bit of a talking down and tosses a fresh bun on the grill with clean tongs. Of course now the two little twinks are huffing and rolling their eyes so hard at me I thought they'd pass out from dizziness.
 
Brats.