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Old people in coffee shops and eateries. I can't work out whether I admire it or hate it, but they have a habit of asking for things the place doesn't have.

 

If I go into a cafe and they don't have, say carrot cake displayed with the cakes, I'll assume they don't have it and ask for something else.

 

Not an old person though.

 

Have you got any carrot cake?

No.

Why not?

It's all gone.

Why? 

Someone ate it.

Sigh.

Do you want something else?

You sure you've got no carrot cake?

No.

Sigh.

Barbara, they've got no carrot cake. 

Why?

Someone had it apparently.

Well isn't there more?

Apparently not 

Sigh 

 

 

 

 

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1 hour ago, Section_31 said:

Old people in coffee shops and eateries. I can't work out whether I admire it or hate it, but they have a habit of asking for things the place doesn't have.

 

If I go into a cafe and they don't have, say carrot cake displayed with the cakes, I'll assume they don't have it and ask for something else.

 

Not an old person though.

 

Have you got any carrot cake?

No.

Why not?

It's all gone.

Why? 

Someone ate it.

Sigh.

Do you want something else?

You sure you've got no carrot cake?

No.

Sigh.

Barbara, they've got no carrot cake. 

Why?

Someone had it apparently.

Well isn't there more?

Apparently not 

Sigh 

 

 

 

 

It's not my fault I love carrot cake. I'll let you get served before me next time!

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On 27/04/2022 at 12:23, A Red said:

I'm quite pleased with the ones we're having put down, interestingly they

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I'd have bought normal flags and spent the money on a tile roof if I'm honest.  Looks like that thing will blow right off in a breeze.

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On 24/04/2022 at 14:45, Paulie Dangerously said:

Getting asked to give to charity every 5 minutes. Seems that whenever I purchase anything online there a request to donate to a charity. If I have to use a self check out at the supermarket it asks me if I want to donate to something or other. Every adverts seem to come with a charity ask. Walking round town there's the chuggers. 

 

Times are hard and people give what they can, if they can. It just seems to be a bombardment at the minute. 

“We don’t do charity in Germany. We pay taxes. Charity is a failure of governments’ responsibilities."

- Henning Wehn.

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13 hours ago, Section_31 said:

Old people in coffee shops and eateries. I can't work out whether I admire it or hate it, but they have a habit of asking for things the place doesn't have.

 

If I go into a cafe and they don't have, say carrot cake displayed with the cakes, I'll assume they don't have it and ask for something else.

 

Not an old person though.

 

Have you got any carrot cake?

No.

Why not?

It's all gone.

Why? 

Someone ate it.

Sigh.

Do you want something else?

You sure you've got no carrot cake?

No.

Sigh.

Barbara, they've got no carrot cake. 

Why?

Someone had it apparently.

Well isn't there more?

Apparently not 

Sigh 

 

 

 

 

In Southsea there is a lovely cafe on the Seafront next to the pitch and putt. It's tucked away and in a really nice area so nearly always a nice quant breakfast experience. Not this fucking day it wasn't. Two women in their 30's and one of their kids in-front of me. They have a massive display with some of the finest, exciting looking homemade cakes you can imagine. Really lovely stuff that they are very proud of.

 

One of them had little marshmallows on however the kid wanted the honeycomb cake. However he wanted it with little marshmallows on it. The woman said they haven't got any in the back "well can you take some off that cake and put it on his" the mum says then rolls her eyes and carries on talking to her mate. "I'm sorry but I can't take them off that cake as it will ruin it but you can buy a slice of each and do what you want with the marshmallows" by this point the kid is full throttle kicking off, crying shouting pulling on his mum who has now lost her temper and instead of telling the spoilt little cunt chops to shut his fucking noise she shouts over to the woman at the till and asks her why she can't just have the marshmallows. By now everyone's quaint breakfast experience is in fucking tatters because the kid is screaming (not crying, screaming like a banshee clearly not used to being told no) the woman at the till says exactly the same as the poor cake girl which agitates the mum even more.

 

All this while I'm stood behind, hungover and now really fucking wound up. I caught my birds eye at our table and she's mouthing "don't please don't" because I was about to tell the fucking bitch to do one. They eventually shout forget it and spin round and head out of the place. You could still hear the kid shouting for about a minute as they marched off up the road. Poor old people just popped out for a cup of tea and a slice of cake with their friend and this group of cunts ruin it just because little fucking timmy can't get his own way. The levels of rage that built in me have almost come back just typing this and remembering the bratty little fucking prick. Hardfaced bastards. 

 

Whole Cakes | Southsea | The Tenth Hole Tearooms

 

 

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39 minutes ago, Bjornebye said:

In Southsea there is a lovely cafe on the Seafront next to the pitch and putt. It's tucked away and in a really nice area so nearly always a nice quant breakfast experience. Not this fucking day it wasn't. Two women in their 30's and one of their kids in-front of me. They have a massive display with some of the finest, exciting looking homemade cakes you can imagine. Really lovely stuff that they are very proud of.

 

One of them had little marshmallows on however the kid wanted the honeycomb cake. However he wanted it with little marshmallows on it. The woman said they haven't got any in the back "well can you take some off that cake and put it on his" the mum says then rolls her eyes and carries on talking to her mate. "I'm sorry but I can't take them off that cake as it will ruin it but you can buy a slice of each and do what you want with the marshmallows" by this point the kid is full throttle kicking off, crying shouting pulling on his mum who has now lost her temper and instead of telling the spoilt little cunt chops to shut his fucking noise she shouts over to the woman at the till and asks her why she can't just have the marshmallows. By now everyone's quaint breakfast experience is in fucking tatters because the kid is screaming (not crying, screaming like a banshee clearly not used to being told no) the woman at the till says exactly the same as the poor cake girl which agitates the mum even more.

 

All this while I'm stood behind, hungover and now really fucking wound up. I caught my birds eye at our table and she's mouthing "don't please don't" because I was about to tell the fucking bitch to do one. They eventually shout forget it and spin round and head out of the place. You could still hear the kid shouting for about a minute as they marched off up the road. Poor old people just popped out for a cup of tea and a slice of cake with their friend and this group of cunts ruin it just because little fucking timmy can't get his own way. The levels of rage that built in me have almost come back just typing this and remembering the bratty little fucking prick. Hardfaced bastards. 

 

Whole Cakes | Southsea | The Tenth Hole Tearooms

 

 

Should have got Miss Blennerhassett to call the police.

 

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3 hours ago, Furmedge said:

I'd have bought normal flags and spent the money on a tile roof if I'm honest.  Looks like that thing will blow right off in a breeze.

Yes it would have been nice to have a proper roof, windows and tiles covering the patio but we aint fucking made of money.

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3 hours ago, Bjornebye said:

In Southsea there is a lovely cafe on the Seafront next to the pitch and putt. It's tucked away and in a really nice area so nearly always a nice quant breakfast experience. Not this fucking day it wasn't. Two women in their 30's and one of their kids in-front of me. They have a massive display with some of the finest, exciting looking homemade cakes you can imagine. Really lovely stuff that they are very proud of.

 

One of them had little marshmallows on however the kid wanted the honeycomb cake. However he wanted it with little marshmallows on it. The woman said they haven't got any in the back "well can you take some off that cake and put it on his" the mum says then rolls her eyes and carries on talking to her mate. "I'm sorry but I can't take them off that cake as it will ruin it but you can buy a slice of each and do what you want with the marshmallows" by this point the kid is full throttle kicking off, crying shouting pulling on his mum who has now lost her temper and instead of telling the spoilt little cunt chops to shut his fucking noise she shouts over to the woman at the till and asks her why she can't just have the marshmallows. By now everyone's quaint breakfast experience is in fucking tatters because the kid is screaming (not crying, screaming like a banshee clearly not used to being told no) the woman at the till says exactly the same as the poor cake girl which agitates the mum even more.

 

All this while I'm stood behind, hungover and now really fucking wound up. I caught my birds eye at our table and she's mouthing "don't please don't" because I was about to tell the fucking bitch to do one. They eventually shout forget it and spin round and head out of the place. You could still hear the kid shouting for about a minute as they marched off up the road. Poor old people just popped out for a cup of tea and a slice of cake with their friend and this group of cunts ruin it just because little fucking timmy can't get his own way. The levels of rage that built in me have almost come back just typing this and remembering the bratty little fucking prick. Hardfaced bastards. 

 

Whole Cakes | Southsea | The Tenth Hole Tearooms

 

 

 

I'm glad you've picked an establishment that serves beans. 

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