Invasion of the bloody people

[hirez]

Ugh. I despair. Again.

What is it about the sort of bloody people who munch and slurp comestibles in your car and then think it's acceptable to abandon the wrappings there? It pisses me right off on two levels.

One: I am hardly the sort of car-proud git who you see hoovering out the interior of their pride+joy in the garage of a weekend when normal people are staggering up to the place for bread, milk and a Sunday paper. However, should I get angry about the messy buggers in para. 1, I've conceptually joined the ranks of the Sunday car-washer, so the untidy fucks manage to make me angry with... Myself. A right result for them, I should imagine.

Two: I'm not your fucking dad. How dare you make me feel as if I am, just because I grew up in the middle of nowhere, learned to drive as a matter of survival and then kept a car because, well, that's what people do. (Yes, even as a student. Well, I say 'car'. It was a Renault-5 that became unexpectedly and hilariously three-wheeled. And indeed when I was unemployed.) You don't get to drop your crisp packets in the passenger footwell and you certainly don't get to cram in an unexpected mate. (Because abandoning a complete stranger makes me look like a complete cock.)

Learn some manners. Learn to exit the vehicle with your own rubbish.

Comments

[vodkafrenzy.livejournal.com]

(my friends are slow posting today, so I wandered over from the addictive friendsfriends option)

I found a half eaten sausage roll that my friend had just tossed into the back about 3 weeks later. I was rather pissed of at not only them doing that, but them thinking that this was acceptable behaviour and laughing about it. So you have my sympathies.

[bluekieran.livejournal.com]

I hope you saved it so that you could tread it into their carpet next time you visited them.

[vodkafrenzy.livejournal.com]

Heh heh, a very tempting response but no, I just threw it in bucket :)

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Now that's a plan.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Hello, good evening and welcome...

It's just... Ugh. Dreadful behaviour. And it's really hard to deal with w/o coming across like a total bread-head (maaan).

Soddit. I'm not that desperate for friends, and people who behave like that obviously aren't either.

[sushidog.livejournal.com]

*heh* Yeah, a while ago I found a doughnut (growing fur) in a plastic bag in my car. No idea whose it was, or how long it had been there, but it did rather repulse me.

[bluekieran.livejournal.com]

Agreed. But then, I don't really understand people who leave piles of rubbish in their own cars, and I'm hardly the car-proud (or otherwise tidy) type either.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I think it's dependant on your idea of rubbish. Pater used to keep what was effectively the most useful parts of a toolbox in the passenger foot-well of his Landies; I guess it functioned like a local cache for the cantilever boxes in the back. For my part, I was never precious enough to have one of those cassette-briefcase things[1], so when the glovebox overflowed with mixtapes, they ended up in the passenger foot-wells of the various company cars I was handed. Along with the big roadmap and the half-dozen A-Zs of various conurbations in Wales and the South-West that those of us performing in the field circus had to carry before the advent of mobile phones and GPS. Even now, there's a steering lock, a large-scale OS map and a tin of de-icer rattling about; but those are semi-fixtures and easily distinguishable from crisp packets and the like.

[1] By brother had one, but he ended up pissing in it by accident and ruining all the tapes.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

By what *kind* of accident ? I'm having trouble with my visualisation here.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Beer-related.

[bluekieran.livejournal.com]

There are only two "tapes" in my car: the tape adaptor for my mp3 player, and the spare tape adaptor for same. I suspect this is due to my not joining the car-owning community until very recently.

(Just as well, really, as there is absolutely fuck all storage space in the 306. Even the glovebox is tiny.)

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Probably. I speak of the eighties, which was the last time I had a proper job that involved dressing up for the customers.

[gaius-octavian.livejournal.com]

But it's big enough for your gloves...

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

Tapes, tools, maps, etc, these things are meant for re-use. Crisp packets are not.

Always remember to unfasten the passenger seatbelt and open the passenger door before discarding rubbish.

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

=:-o

I'd go berzerk!

[cutietrol.livejournal.com]

They soon get the message when they have to walk everywhere. Not on.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Quite so. You have correctly divined the nature of my quandary.

However, this seems to be a week for the unburdening of long-standing fulminations (Or monkey-handover or whatever), so the cinsequonces can go whistle.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

maybe get some hirez-travel bags printed up to give out to passengers

He'd want Aeroflot ones.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Or BOAC, or Kubrick-printed Pan-Am ones.

Or 'Empire Heavy-Lift and Intra-Orbital Navigation Company"

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

As much as I agree with the anti-littering part of this rant, will you please stop turning into Andrew.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I have to admit that I'm quite disappointed that he's not turned up for a thread-hijacking rant yet.

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's a whole sub-section of "the rules of Lift" dedicated to food consumption and wrapper disposal.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

"It's not my problem if you've missed your tea. Plan ahead."

Still, now that said lingering demon is exorcised I feel so much better.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

The numbskulls? They were in the... Oh bloody hell. Beezer?

#insert

If there's a little hirez controlling part of your brain, then you're all doomed. Sorry about that.

[aoakley.livejournal.com]

I have been secretly removing all red_mel's rubbish out of my car and posting it through the window of her car. Especially the soggy tissues.

[reddragdiva]

The terrorists have won. Their goal all along was to turn Britons into litterbugs by forcing the removal of the bins.

Australians are very good with not littering. You can tell the Australian in the middle of London by the crisp packet they've carried for a mile and a half rather than dropping.

Compare the slogans: "Keep Australia Beautiful" versus ... "Keep Britain Tidy."

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I went on a long roadtip with a group of people once, one of the highlights was digging melted chocolates out of the back seat pockets. Given that it was rented on my credit card, I wasn't entirely pleased with them.

Rant #2 people who just stomp on anything that might have fallen unnoticed into the passenger compartment without bothering to shift it, breaking tape cases and grinding rubbish into the carpet. I could see not catching what you are doing if it's something soft, but cassette and CD cases make noise when you stand on them.

Rant #3 people who toss crap out of the window of their car. I always have the near-uncontrollable urge to run after them and stuff it back in.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I've heard apocryphal tales of bikers catching lit dog-ends and lobbing them back into the car.

That sort of thing ought to instill Suitable Terror into even the most lackwitted Volvo-pilot.

[bloodnok.livejournal.com]

Hmm, can't say I'm too worried about the odd dropped non-rottable bit of packaging, unless somebody is really taking the piss; with the amount of miles I do, the passenger footwell is usually ankle deep in empty sandwich packets and Red Bull cans. Then again, I'm used to loading up The Tank with a couple of muddy MTBs and accompanying sets of soaked and mud-coated clothes and bikers the length and breadth of the country at weekends.

Somebody did once drop part of a pasty on the backseat of my first car and sat on it for the next hour or so. I was less than amused to find that one.

Oh yeah: there was the ex that left her nail trimmings in the passenger side map pocket. I didn't spot that until after we split, otherwise it might have happened a whole lot sooner.

[dcarson.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a shower of bastards descended upon your car. :-(