Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Beggars My Ar*e!

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Beggars My Ar*e!: Have you seen these so called "Down & Outs' lying around Piccadilly, Manchester?  they are usually right beside the ATM (cash m...

Beggars My Ar*e!

Have you seen these so called "Down & Outs' lying around Piccadilly, Manchester?  they are usually right beside the ATM (cash machine to us) with a very well groomed dog. a very clean sleeping bag and looking healthier and fresher than us  mortals who spend all day dealing with the public in our line of work. 

Most of these down and outs have paid more for their one trainers than I have paid for five pairs of shoes.  I started work very early today and saw two of these 'poor' buggers buying there breakfast in Greggs sandwich shop, they were ahead of me in the queue.

I bet they quit well paid jobs in the city to earn soo much more on the streets. if only i didn't mind getting a bit wet in the rain or getting a numb bum sitting around all day I might consider joining this bunch of well to do nobs.  How come they can afford to smoke but they can't afford a meal? Beggars my Arse!

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf?

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf?: I had finished work and was looking forward to getting home, having a nice hot cup of tea and watching the Simpson’s, I just love that show...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take ...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take ...: Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf? : I had finished work and was looking forward to ...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf?

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf?: I had finished work and was looking forward to getting home, having a nice hot cup of tea and watching the Simpson’s, I just love that show...

Why do people take the P**S if you're deaf?

I had finished work and was looking forward to getting home, having a nice hot cup of tea and watching the Simpson’s, I just love that show, the only way, in my opinion, to unwind after a hard days graft.  Anyway, I got to the bus stop just before the bus arrived and managed to get my privilege bus pass out of my bag as the bus pulled up.  The driver opened the doors and said “don’t bother with your passes and tickets, just get on and sit down”.  I thought this was a bit odd but I got on and sat down, I was putting my bus pass away when I heard the driver talking and made out the words did you not hear me, something, and something else, just sit down.  Hmm I said to myself, someone is in a mighty hurry, I wonder if he is running late and how will he explain a shortage of money seeing no one is paying either?

The bus took off at a bit of a pace; I jerked in my seat and grabbed the hand rail for safety.  Then as the bus rounded the corner a black woman got up and rang the bell to get off.  The driver shot past the bus stop and the woman said something to him.  The traffic lights were on red and when he stopped the bus he let her get off, they exchanged words but I have no idea what was said, the woman’s body language insinuated that she was not at all impressed.

A few stops later I stood up and rang the bell to get off, because I am deaf I always look at the ‘STOPPING’ sign lighting up to see that the bell has worked.  On this occasion the sign did not light up so I assumed it was broken and stepped forward towards the driver and pressed another bell,  I was too far forward at this point to see the ‘STOPPING’ sign, so I went and stood beside the driver’s cab.

When the bus went straight past my stop I turned to the driver and said “I wanted that stop”.  He said what sounded like "what" so I repeated that I had wanted that stop.  He told me that I should have rung the bell, to which I replied “I did ring the bell and when the stopping sign didn’t light up I came forward and rang a different one”.  He came back with something that sounded like "it didn't ring didn't you notice?" So I told him no because I am Deaf.   And, I cannot believe he actually said to me, "you can hear me"!  I told him I LIP READ.  He then paused for a second before saying “we don’t have anything for deaf people I'm sorry”.

Suffice to say, I didn't get to see the Simpson's as I was busy writing my complaint to the bus company.

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk: Unbelievable, what is the DSA and DVLA playing at authorising driving licences and voiceovers in foreign languages to people who only know ...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk: Unbelievable, what is the DSA and DVLA playing at authorising driving licences and voiceovers in foreign languages to people who only know ...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: What the FCuk: Unbelievable, what is the DSA and DVLA playing at authorising driving licences and voiceovers in foreign languages to people who only know ...

What the FCuk

Unbelievable, what is the DSA and DVLA playing at authorising driving licences and voiceovers in foreign languages to people who only know 5 words of English

“Test”, “Name of language to listen to”, and “have I pass”

These people are driving on English roads without a clue what the road signs say never mind what they mean, parking all over the show without a thought for the people who live in the area and honking their horns in sheer rudeness at other drivers to make them reverse or pull over to make way for them.  Where will it stop?  The English speaking should stand up and be counted, I know my singular complaints fall on deaf ears but in greater numbers surely we can be heard.  Sadly this will not happen.  

     

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: OMG

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: OMG: On the bus I just bashed a geezer with my heavy bag and when I apologised the old git said "it's my pleasure",  he leered at m...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Not my precious car

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Not my precious car: I'm a bag of nerves tonight. it's MOT day tomorrow and Suzie babe (my faithful Suzuki Swift) has to spend the best part of the day b...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: I cannot believe that for two years. We must be v...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: I cannot believe that for two years.  We must be v...: I cannot believe that for two years.  We must be very special to some guardian angels out there because we have taken the bikes to Blackpoo...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Our New Bathroom

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: Our New Bathroom: Day 1  - Friday 13 July 2012 Collected my mother-in-law, shirley last night so she sit in while the work is under way.  Expecting the work...

Husband's eh?

My husband thinks he's the boss. he said I couldn't have wall art in the garden, I beg to differ so wall in the garden it is... He said no to a sauna in the spare room but I'm working on that and he said no to another cat so what is this? 

 Say hello to Corby, the next best thing.  

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: OMG

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: OMG: On the bus I just bashed a geezer with my heavy bag and when I apologised theld git said "it's my pleasure",  he leered at m...

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OMG

On the bus I just bashed a geezer with my heavy bag and when I apologised the old git said "it's my pleasure",  he leered at me and said "what an attractive young lady".  What a nice man!

White Van Man

At 4.45 pm I had finished work and was walking along Wellington Road for the bus, it was a lovely day.  Suddenly I heard a loud car horn beeping and a white van passed me slowly.  I carried on walking and the van did a u turn ahead of me.  I didn't like the look of this so I decided to cross the road quickly to the bus stop opposite.  While I was crossing the white van approached beeping more.  I thought I’d better take a look as it might be someone I know and I would feel bad.  The van pulled up at the kerb just by the bus stop and looked in the window, a bloke I had never seen before leaned over and opened the door.  He was in his early thirties and wearing work clothes with a company logo on.  He offered to give me a lift.  I politely refused and told him “I don’t even know you”, to which he replied “but you can still have a lift can’t you”.  I told him “No I can’t”, just as the bus pulled up and to be on the safe side I jumped on the bus.  I spent the journey exchanging texts with my sister in law about what had happened and reading some more of Dan Brown’s thriller, Digital Fortress, another riveting read.  When I looked out of the bus window I had no idea where I was which wasn't at all surprising as I had jumped on the wrong bus.  Suffice to say I arrived home half an hour later than usual and if I am honest my self-esteem was properly puffed up,

Not my precious car

I'm a bag of nerves tonight. it's MOT day tomorrow and Suzie babe (my faithful Suzuki Swift) has to spend the best part of the day being prodded and poked.  This is not the worst part, not by a long chalk.  Four cars back. I took my Ford Fiesta for her MOT and when I went to collect her and find out if she had passed the test, I got the shock of my life when the mechanic told me to take her straight to the scrap yard.  Gasp! Quell horror, you said what, why?" 

Apparently some clever dick had fixed up the car and the engine was only held up with filler. as the car was black it wasn't obvious to the naked novice eye, e.g. Me.  Argh I had only filled her up with diesel the day before. what a waste.  

Well i had no choice did I?  Me and the boys jumped in and drove straight to the scrap yard where I received the princely sum of £75.00 for scrapping my baby Fiesta.  I completed the log book sold section and popped it in the post on the way home, (very conscientious me). Public transport here we come...

Early next morning. Sunday, we were woken up by hammering on the front door and got a shock to see two policemen standing there, I let them in wondering what was amiss and soon found out when i was asked where my Ford Fiesta was. puzzled I told them I had scrapped it the day before.  I was then informed that the car had been used in a ram raid on a shop in Ashton-Under-Lyne. well you can bet your bottom dollar I wasn't driving officer, bloody good job i completed the log book entries for selling the car isn't it. The officers seemed to believe me and left us in peace.  what a relief that was.  However, I am a quivering bag of nerves every year on MOT day.

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: I cannot believe that for two years. We must be v...

Maxine's BBbitching 'N' Stuff: I cannot believe that for two years.  We must be v...: I cannot believe that for two years.  We must be very special to some guardian angels out there because we have taken the bikes to Blackpoo...

I cannot believe that for two years.  We must be very special to some guardian angels out there because we have taken the bikes to Blackpool. North Wales and various parks and cycle routes without incident, that is until last month, we drove to the "Fallowfield Loop" with the bikes on the back of Billy's car - thankfully,because on the way home the bike rack broke and deposited the bikes in the road, fortunately, it was very quiet and there were no cars around so there wasn't an accident just the two of us in shock  at the sight of our precious bikes lying there in the road, stunned but undamaged surrounded by the remains of the bike rack.  As I said, it's a bloody good job we were in Billy's car because if we had been in mine we wouldn't have gotten the front wheel into my car but Billy huffed and puffed and managed to make both bikes comfortable in his large five door Fiat Brava - my hero -  I certainly didn't fancy pushing the bloody thing all the way home. (I'm not allowed to ride a bike on the roads on account of being deaf). So thank you, guardian angel we will read the instructions in future and be thankful that the road was clear that day.  Question? What is a loop?

In my mind a "loop" is like a circle. it joins up and you should be able to follow it without stopping, however, when you reach the END of the Fallowfield Loop. you turn your bike around and ride it back the way you came, can this be right? 

My new job. i had ten days to go before starting my new job and the journey had seemed to be quite straightforward when Billy, my husband. drove me to find it, so I decided to drive to work and being such a good hearted chap. Billy sat in the passenger seat and i set up my sat nav aka Stewie (from family guy).  We were chatting away and the journey was running smoothly Stewie was doing a great job and we were just approaching the last roundabout leading to the place of work when Stewie froze and didn't tell me which exit i needed. Being afraid of roundabouts I panicked but Billy talked me through it and we found the workplace,  I, however. was in a bit of a bad shape because the hiccup at the roundabout had unnerved me.  We set Stewie to take us home but he was having none of it so Billy drove home.

The next day we decided to go again, unfortunately. when we reached the roundabout area, there was no roundabout. just road works, apparantly the tram is going through here and the traffic is diverted. stewie was useless and again Billy drove home.  Five times i tried to drive to work and five times the journey went wrong.  The last time I went was with my son, Josh, never again. ever.  I was in the wrong lane when we reached the area where the roundabout should have been. consequently i went up the hill inside of being in the outside lane, the hill led me to the town centre, Stewie was dead and I hadn't a clue so just followed the road.  Big mistake. the road led straight into the bus depot.  I was bordering on the hysterical buses in front and a bus behind me.  Josh was worried about me but patiently guided me back to the main road.  He then said he would guide me home but first we had to stop at a sweet shop so he could feed me chocolate and calm me down. 

We ate the chocolate and Josh promised to get me home without using any roundabouts or motorways.  He was great, this son of mine only needs to go somewhere once and he can find the place again blindfolded.  I followed his directions faithfully and we chatted which helped my nerves until at the traffic lights, he told me we need to turn left here. and the following  hilarious exchange took place.

Josh, "i said to her ok we need to turn left, we indicate, get in lane as the lights change mum says look its no right turn, i sed yeah its ok we are turning left, mum says we cant turn right and speeds straight on, LEFT woman, I said go LEFT! classic response, "oh right" lol i havent laughed so much in days eventually we did turn right, however i will never forget - 'go left, its no right turn, go left, its no right turn".  zoom she drove straight on! never a dull moment