Well I have just returned from the States where I was visiting yet more of the wife's family for the first time. We had a great time fishing for salmon and pike on the fly, going to the Wisconsin State Fair and just hanging out in Chicago with friends.
Then I come home......
I had sent the paperwork off to the DVLA for the omega importation which has been a hassle because of all the problems with the windscreen and insurance not wanting to pay for it. In the package I sent the V55, the insurance certificate, the registration document, the MOT certificate and a cheque for £190 of the queen's best coinage. When I return I get a letter and all my documents back saying I should have sent it to a
local dvla office. WTF!
What can a local DVLA office do that Swansea cant, huh? It beggars belief esp when I didn't have this ballache when I imported the jag. Why could they not have said that on the V55? Why was it so difficult to transfer it to the DVLA office instead of sending back to me? I was hoping to have the miggy on the road when I came back because I have sold the shaguar to buy property. I was in the process of getting a train ticket to london when I realised it was a saturday (jetlag)
It gets better......
Then in my local Tesco I was going about getting some of the staple items to restock the fridge and cupboards. I went to turn down an aisle when it was completely blocked by a full trolley smack bang in the worst place it could be. There was no way anyone could get another trolley around it without moving it. So I started to push it to one side when a woman with 2 kids in tow, said to me "excuse me but thats my trolley!"
"it's in the way" I said "I'm moving it to the side"
"I'll move it!" she snarled
I coulden't take it. Normally I am a kind natured person but somewhere between heathrow and tesco I had lost my patience.
"I feel sorry for your girls" I said
"Why?"
"because they will probably grow up to just as thick as their mother who seems to lack spatial awareness in her local surroundings, understanding for others and when she makes a mistake she cannot be humble and sees fit to take it out on others who quite frankly can't be bothered to put up with narrow-minded self-centered people with nothing better but to wee people off!"
then the gates opened......
She complained and shouted at the security guard, I unloaded at this 'lady' further complimenting her 'intellect'. The only reason I did not get thrown out was because the he was Nepalese and I have been learning some phrases as one of my good friends is Ghurkali.
So, keeping my foul temper to myself I get to the checkout. £38.56 for some milk, eggs, bread, washing powder, humus, salad fixings, fruit, soreen and a box of Boddingtons.
When I come home I see my neighbour has used to the car scrappage scheme to buy a new car....... a Nissan........ I found myself thinking
"Would it have killed ya to buy british?!"When I leave the army whether it is in 4 years or 12 I am out of here. Over to the States where people are respectful, call each other sir and ma'am, when they do something wrong they apologise, groceries dont require a remortgage and a guy can go fishing anywhere in the state for $50 a year and take home salmon and trout.
As I type this I am sat in my garden drinking beer from a cooler perusing plots of land in Hawai'i online with a view to building on it. Anyone care to join me?
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