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The SCW suddenly noticed, out the corner of her eye, an old woman with a wheelbarrow picking roses in the square - the rage welled up inside of her and she marched purposely toward the woman (who she found was picking for charity but this did not distill her anger) and put down the soapbox she was carrying, stood firmly upon it and began her lecture about the evils of picking flowers from a public place.

    TAGS:  roses, ire, mad, SCW, soapbox

“Well, if we all get trapped in this lift I hope you have enough coffee to share around” said the jovial gentleman; to which Boot replied “I have sharp weapons in my bag and if you come near the coffee you’re all going down.”

    TAGS:  coffee, ire, jocularity

“Now serving 002” ...but I’m the only person here… “BING” ...are there dwarfs hiding somewhere… “Now serving 002” ...there’s no one else in the queue… “BING” ...there isn’t anyone standing at the service windows… “Now serving 002” ...there are 10 empty service windows… “BING” ...there isn’t anyone else here… “Now serving 002” ...I’m the only one… “BING” ...I’‘M THE ONLY ONE HERE!

    TAGS:  Miss Jane, bing, ire, queues, queue rage, idiocy

Why, why, would anyone anywhere think it is a good idea to list all of the people, the department they belong to, and their extension number as a first point of call on a phone number, all before you give me the option of reception (which, of course, is a voicemail and not a bloody human).

    TAGS:  ire, customer service, reception

ire :: boot

It doesn’t matter how much you rationalise it away, sometimes ire gets the better of you.

    TAGS:  irrational, ire


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