Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Top 5 small things that ruins your day

1. Your car's fuel indicator.

You wake up fresh as a daisy, feeling great after a cup of coffee and ready to hit a hard day's work. But, oh wait, of course. The moment you start your car, that glorious little meter in the right or left corner of your dashboard shows that your petrol is so low that you'll be lucky to make it all the way to work. As this vision hits your eyes you can feel the cash flowing out of your wallet. Because nowadays you pay for petrol to be able to go to work, to be able to get a salary, to be able to pay for petrol.

2. Impractical office furniture.

For some reason, no matter how hard you try, you WILL knock a knee, hand or elbow against a very sharp edge of your desk. Other objects where impact occurs: door handles, sideways-opening kitchen cupboard, that small corner of the wall that you can only hit with your small toe, and of course drawers that conveniently close when your little finger is still fully extended inside.

3. Spam

By now I've won 3 Mercedes SLK's, the UK Lottery twice, I've received 10 packs of free sexual enhancement drugs and more or less 50 iPhones. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet. If I ever meet the person sending all these emails, i will shove the iPhones in his ear, drive over him with the Mercedes while forcing him to listen to the British national anthem.

4. USN Commercials


Nothing puts you on an early winter guilt trip quite like those USN commercials. You know the ones, where people instantly transform their lives in 12 weeks, and then they tell you to take the next step. Now I really believe that all those products and some exercise will help, but the before and after pictures are what baffles me. A completely bald headed guy will have a full flowing lock of hair after his transformation, and it also seems as though it's a hair removal product as well. Most of the guys start of with the chest of a gorilla and then after 12 weeks, boom, smooth as a baby's bottom on a Pampers ad.


5. Cold toilet seats


Like getting up during winter isn't hard enough, there's always for some reason a call of nature that strikes at about 6:30 am. Most of the time you're in such a mad rush to make it to the toilet in time, that you never consider the fact that the seat has spent the night freezing up. And then that glorious moment when your bare ass hits the seat, you quickly find yourself wondering if you're on the toilet or busy dipping your bottom into a open hole in the Antarctic ice-caps.


Tell me your small things that ruin your day. I'm sure there's quite a few out there.

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