Returning the Wave – Driving basics

Driving really is one of the most stressful things you can do on a daily basis, so it absolutely baffles me why people make it harder than it already is.

I’m not talking about the big things like talking on your mobile or tail-gating, (both of which I’ve been guilty of in the past)

No, I’m talking about the following –

Returning the wave

There are too many people who don’t return the wave.

You know who you are.

And you sicken me.

This is how it should work – you stop to give right of way at one of those traffic calming measures, the car with right of way goes first and gives a wave of thanks to you, and then you MUST, MUST return that wave. The return wave is even more important than the original wave of thanks as it is acknowledging the thanks given by the other driver.

“But I’m the one who stopped and Gave Way; why should I wave thanks?” I hear you say.

The reason you return the wave is really quite simple. We live in a shitty, self-absorbed world. Manners and pleasant behaviour to one another really is on the decline. By waving back to someone who says thanks to you is really like saying “No problem” or “fuggedabowdid” (that’s a Mickey Blue Eyes reference for those who don’t get it…).

It’s nice to acknowledge someone’s manners as it shows that both people involved care about manners. Too often do I see people act very non-chalantly where politeness is concerned; it’s like the hipster-norm to ignore somebody saying thank you and continuing to read your book about 18th century blanket stitching techniques, rather than just saying “you’re welcome”.
It really is just about the little things.

So next time somebody thanks you for doing something, just acknowledge it. It’s nice to be nice.

If, on the other hand, someone doesn’t reply to you, then you are well within your rights to give them the finger, scream obscenities and jump out of your car and knock off their wing mirrors.

Remember: be nice.

Rant over

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Gluten free – my arse

Without sounding too much like somebody’s Great Uncle….

When I was a lad, practically nobody had food allergens.

Sure, you’d have the one diabetic kid at school who was allowed jelly and ice cream every single day (“god, it’s so unfair”….) but apart from that, nobody had any issues.

Fast forward 30 years and all of a sudden everyone is on the verge of anaphylactic shock if they so much as look at a slice of bread.

What the hell happened?!

It seems that everyone and their bloody dog is “allergic” to something these days. You’ll notice I used quotation marks on the word allergic, and for good reason.

I don’t believe about 95% of the people who claim to be allergic to gluten.

There, I’ve said it.

 

I used to be a Chef. During this period of my life I witnessed first-hand the gradual rise in fake allergens. What used to be a simple act of a Server bringing a check into the Kitchen and hurrying out in case they got shouted at for simply doing their job, (“more checks?! I’m not here to cook you know!”) turned into the Server nervously hanging around the Pass to explain that the Customer has an allergy of sorts. This rose from once a night-ish to approximately 10 times and upwards a night in what seemed like a dramatically short period of time.

What really got my attention to the fact that it’s mostly fake is this exchange that would happen between myself and the Server, probably nine times out ten-

Server- “Chef this Customer says they are allergic to Gluten.”

Me- “But they’ve ordered Tagliatelle! Do they know it contains Gluten?”

Server- “I’ll go and check.”

2 minutes later….

Server- “They said it’s fine as long as they don’t have too much”

To which I would respond by refusing to cook the order at all until they a) chose something else without gluten, or b) admitted that they weren’t allergic to it in the first place and apologised for being an annoying, fad-following, hipster-wannabe, special little cupcake who demands attention by trying to be quirky, different and needy.

(Oh what a joy I was to work with!)

People with Coeliac disease can’t eat Gluten.

People with Gluten allergies can’t eat Gluten.

People who can eat “a little bit” or “not too much” are neither of these things. They CHOOSE not to eat Gluten.

They are people who, for one reason or another, just want to be different or difficult and who insist on being given special treatment like the entitled little brats that they are. If you don’t want to eat Gluten then please say so; don’t lie and say you’re Gluten intolerant or allergic to Gluten.

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I blame the ridiculous amount of fad-ish diets that were all the rage in the late nineties and early 2000’s, and, the self-centred, entitled generation that are the children of the followers of such idiotic trends as the Atkins diet.

So, in summing up.

Tell the truth.

Nobody cares if you don’t want to eat Gluten, but they do care if you lie about the reason.

Being Coeliac must be a nightmare, and people claiming to have issues are watering down the reality of sufferers.

You’re not allergic to Gluten.

You’re not special.

You’re just an entitled, self important knobhead.

You’re just like the other 95% of the population.

Get over it.

RANT OVER

 

 

Let the ranting begin!

I like to complain about stuff.

Quite a lot actually.

It’s not that I’m trying to be a negative person or a pain in the arse, ( I am both of those things but it’s involuntary) it’s just that I tend to get wound up by a lot of things happening in today’s society. So much so that I need to vent and let it all out to the first person I see; whether that person is my wife, my neighbour or a crowded bus.

I need a release.

But instead of just ranting and moving on, I also want to try and solve, or at least lessen these issues, or maybe even find out if they are issues at all! It might just be me who has the particular problem I’m complaining about! (Wouldn’t be the first time…)

Hopefully, this blog is the place to do it, as I’m sure my wife is preparing to leave me, my neighbour won’t come out of the house any more, and I’m barred from travelling on the number 55 bus now (which is ridiculous; at least half of the bus agreed with me that the guy sitting at the back did look stupid with a tattoo on his face…)

So who am I?

I’m a nearly 40 year old man with a wife and two kids, a shit job and a mortgage. As ¬†of this writing I have no allergens that I am aware of.

So, if you want to read what the most average man in the world has to say about random shit, then follow this blog, and hopefully I’ll get it off my chest for you.

Let’s put the world to rights, one whinge at a time.