2 Litre Milk Cartons

I saw a 2 litre milk carton of super milk while doing the weekly shop yesterday. Putting the milk into the fridge after dinner just reminded me of it. What genius came up with that one? I'd like to know how many fridges in Ireland could fit it on the door of the fridge??? Unless you have one of those American style monstrosities, (which I lust after but would look a tad out of place in the small kitchen of my three bed semi.), you're slightly banjaxed once you've opened it. What are you supposed to do with it? Lie it down sideways on the shelf and hope it doesn't leak? I think not. Ah the absurdity of it!

Lock'ards

"Alright love. That's it, back her up slowly. Slowly, alright, come on now, lock 'ard, LOCK 'ARD There you go love."
This was what the dodgy dude on Dominic Street said to me this morning as I availed of the FREE parking. Free my ar$e! He stood there, looking at me, waiting for a few bob as I got out. My blood was boiling. I started to walk away.
"Have you not got a few quid to spare? I'm minding yessir car for ya."
"If you're still here when I get back, you'll get some dough."
"Cheeky bitch!" he said and sauntered off towards another easy coin.
Delighted to have given him his comeuppance I ambled towards the Ilac Centre. I knew I'd been foolish though; there'd probably be a scrape on the car when I got back.
Thankfully there wasn't. Nor was there any sign of the Lock'ard. Those chancers drive me nuts!

Petrol Stations charging for air... what next?

It was cold last night. Bitterly cold. The car was low on petrol and the tyres felt soft so I pulled into the garage to refuel. I filled up the tank, paid for it and drove twenty feet over to the so-called service area.
I got out, down on bended knee, unscrewed the little yoke that keeps the air in the tyres and reached for the air dispenser. It was stuck. It was stuck because THEY had it made it so. It was like a trolley bay. I thought I was at the supermarket. THEY wanted me to pay 1 euro for air. Seriously lads come off it, 1 euro for air... what next? I was fuming. I tugged it to make sure I couldn't somehow angle it so that it would just reach the tyres without paying. It wouldn't. Screw that! I drove off in a huff having put my cap back on my valve with frozen blue fingers. I'm never buying petrol in that place again. Scabby feckers. Hasn't anybody told them that the Tiger has left the building... 1 euro for air. They've lost the plot!