99p added to price of things advertised which is only 1p short of the next price.Do people really think its cheaper.
I was once told that the reason behind this was security rather than sales. If you knock 1p off the price people will wait for the change. Sales assistants are forced to ring the till and there's no scope for trousering any cash. Not sure how that stands up now that most sales are by card and even small shops have eps scanning systems.
Bit of both. £9.99 genuinely does subconsciously sound a bit cheaper than £10.
Being sold a live stream for tonight's match, that doesn't work on the device (phone) that I bought it on. To make matters worse, the audio subscription that I have didn't work either.
When a bus stop is closed due to a diversion, and the sign tells you to catch the bus at another stop. Then when the bus arrives at the other stop the driver doesn't open the door and just drives off.
Hired a pedalo in Majorca yesterday and not only did I nearly break my bleeding neck climbing the ladder to the slide, I only lasted half an hour before I got seasick. Left my wife and daughter on the beach and went back to the hotel to chuck my guts up.
Hired a pedalo in Majorca yesterday and not only did I nearly break my bleeding neck climbing the ladder to the slide, I only lasted half an hour before I got seasick. Left my wife and daughter on the beach and went back to the hotel to have a go on the waitresses melons.
Hired a pedalo in Majorca yesterday and not only did I nearly break my bleeding neck climbing the ladder to the slide, I only lasted half an hour before I got seasick. Left my wife and daughter on the beach and went back to the hotel to chuck my guts up.
Shouldn't laugh... Hired one myself last year with a slide on it. Climbed to the top and I'm a fat bastard so made it very top heavy. Whole thing tipped about like a punch ball, wife and kids screaming in genuine fear. That went down well
Lloyds Bank - Started up a business account a while back. The business only actually started trading at the start of August so started looking at getting access to the account online. Even though I started the account, the account is in my name and I have the card and pin number to it; they want me to print and fill out a form and post it to them, to give myself access to online bankng. Can totally see going to this hassle if I wanted an accountant or a.n.other to have access, but the person who actually opened it?
Hired a pedalo in Majorca yesterday and not only did I nearly break my bleeding neck climbing the ladder to the slide, I only lasted half an hour before I got seasick. Left my wife and daughter on the beach and went back to the hotel to chuck my guts up.
As much as I laughed at your misfortune I actually sympathise with you. Id get seasick on a damp lawn. It has to be one of life’s worst things it can chuck at you.
Hired a pedalo in Majorca yesterday and not only did I nearly break my bleeding neck climbing the ladder to the slide, I only lasted half an hour before I got seasick. Left my wife and daughter on the beach and went back to the hotel to chuck my guts up.
As much as I laughed at your misfortune I actually sympathise with you. Id get seasick on a damp lawn. It has to be one of life’s worst things it can chuck at you.
I've always found it pretty funny people puking on boats. Never affected me apart from once on a jetski in Gran Canaria, me and a good mate had been sharking a couple of girls and they suggested we all go out on the jetskis.
I was on this, felt like Hasslehoff, Aviators on, lovely mancunian girls arms wrapped around me and me gunning this thing through swell and waves like there was no tomorrow. Had a lovely time, when we got back into the harbour-y bit I felt very, very sick all of a sudden. It could have been the blood loss as I tried to control a raging boner and keep some dignity, didn't work. Leant to the side and projective vomited into the harbour, a feast for the fishes, fishes that I was disgusted to notice were very similar looking to the ones a load of locals were fishing out of the harbour and presumably taking off to eat. Anyway, she found that hilarious. I didn’t, I'd puked so violently I'd shat myself as well. Doing the only thing I could I leapt from the jetski into the water breaking all local custom and rules of that bit of the sea but enabling me to return to dry land without a litre or so of liquid shit attached to me. The fish had a foul dinner that day
The girls found this really funny, so did everyone apart from me and fair one I got it. As we'd made a special trip to Puerto Rico from the shithole we were staying in the girls took us back to their apartment and we all had a lovely time. Before I left and this brief sweet Spanish romance was over my girl, and I'm gutted I can't remember her name as I still occasionally rip the end off it reminiscing about the bit of the day that didn't involve me shitting myself on a jetski, anyway she said to me in thick mancunian "ya shit yerself on that jetski didn't ya" I just went red and told her I'd text her. Never did out of sheer incontinent shame. I do wonder what she's doing now and how viciously her and her mate laughed at my temporary sea sickness
I think what generally annoys me about puking on boats is when I tell my Mrs that the only thing that stops it is staring at the horizon and not reading a book, only for her to read a book then be sick and somehow blaming me. Not that it was a great journey - a catamaran in Croatia. They aren't the most stable of boats, and this crossing was rough. Didn't help that we had a one year old strapped into her buggy rocked to sleep until she puked herself. That set my wife off honking. Had.to hold baby on my chest as the boat dipped and a chain reaction of puking took over the boat. I had to be a vomit sponge for daughter for the rest of the trip. Turned up at the fancy hotel we'd booked topless in only a pair of pukey shorts.
My Mrs on a whale watching trip from Darling harbour Sydney, whales were spotted and with only about 10 people on the boat we could not get an good viewing spot when right on cue Mrs B starts to throw up. Caught between the devil and a hard place (whales are my thing) I’m hovering not knowing where my loyalties should lie between my lady of 25 years or the chance of a lifetime to see these beautiful creatures, seeing my dilemma one of the crew came over and seeing that as my cue I shot up the stairs in time to see a humpback leap from the sea. No time for a photo but we could see more whales on the surface and were told one had dived so we could expect another breech (technically term for jump) I ran down the stairs excitedly to tell my wife she needs to come see this just in time to see her head disappear into a bucket for the umpteenth time with a now amplified vomit echoing around the boat, as I turned to climb the stairs to wait the magic moment I distinctly remember mouthing the words “oh do f*** off” in time to see these magnificent creatures playing in the ocean.
As the boat reached the calmer waters (not that it was rough) my Mrs appeared on deck with a crew member who said I could have her back now, just in time to see the opera house, as we moored at Darling harbour we passed a shop with the biggest chocolate cakes in the window.
Don’t you ******* dare she said with a look that every man would understand, 🤷♂️
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As well as the change thing.
Also being in a Greene King pub on Friday evening where they had run out of IPA!
Oh do fuck off.
Edit: Damn, Gary beat me to the joke
You're correct and fixed it, thanks.
I was on this, felt like Hasslehoff, Aviators on, lovely mancunian girls arms wrapped around me and me gunning this thing through swell and waves like there was no tomorrow. Had a lovely time, when we got back into the harbour-y bit I felt very, very sick all of a sudden. It could have been the blood loss as I tried to control a raging boner and keep some dignity, didn't work. Leant to the side and projective vomited into the harbour, a feast for the fishes, fishes that I was disgusted to notice were very similar looking to the ones a load of locals were fishing out of the harbour and presumably taking off to eat. Anyway, she found that hilarious. I didn’t, I'd puked so violently I'd shat myself as well. Doing the only thing I could I leapt from the jetski into the water breaking all local custom and rules of that bit of the sea but enabling me to return to dry land without a litre or so of liquid shit attached to me. The fish had a foul dinner that day
The girls found this really funny, so did everyone apart from me and fair one I got it. As we'd made a special trip to Puerto Rico from the shithole we were staying in the girls took us back to their apartment and we all had a lovely time. Before I left and this brief sweet Spanish romance was over my girl, and I'm gutted I can't remember her name as I still occasionally rip the end off it reminiscing about the bit of the day that didn't involve me shitting myself on a jetski, anyway she said to me in thick mancunian "ya shit yerself on that jetski didn't ya" I just went red and told her I'd text her. Never did out of sheer incontinent shame. I do wonder what she's doing now and how viciously her and her mate laughed at my temporary sea sickness
Didn't shit myself I suppose.