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Paying that bit extra for a product feature only to find it doesn’t live up to the claim.
For example, I’ve been conned into buying useless ‘reinforced’ garden hose more than once...

Damn right. It’s like cycling on a cheese grater.
Also, a lot of fuss is made about how surface water drains aren’t coping because of run-off from paved garden spaces. I reckon the debris from chip seal is doing more to block them.

Or a haiku:

There was once a bastard
Clowns await their place
We weep for our fate

Oh come on. No BMW driver is ever going to want to use indicators so they aren’t going to bother to fit them at all, are they?
Jeez, whatever next? A bell and reflectors?

Probably is but I’ve never found it. I’m sitting on the fence here.
That said, It doesn’t help when you get the ‘outa my way’ types that are right beside you at the moment the cashier hands you a receipt.
Back in the day when I used to use cash it really peed me off when cashiers put the change on top of the note so you needed two hands and five (absent) free seconds to separate the two correctly between wallet and pocket.
Hooorah for contactless; one less delay for the F1-pit-stop-shoppers.

From the train near Saltash.

Whispy bits above Cambridge.

People who say “careful” when you’ve just had a mishap.
Why the hell didn’t you say that earlier?

Apologies for the crap photo - I was on a moving train.

LOL, but please, help me place that song....

Antique Roads Show.
Members of the general public present examples of tarmac imperfections long-forgotten by the local authorities for our experts to assess the potential value of a personal injury claim.

....How to create a paradox.
There’s plenty of room in the fridge, but at the same time there not mushroom in the fridge.

Took the words right out of my mouth.
I’m very much a solo tent with a sounds-of-nature, cliff-top view kind of guy.

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!

[mummsies voice] “Must you use ‘hate’? It’s such a strong word, dear”

People who describe edible invertebrates as ‘fish’.
I love eating fish but wouldn’t touch salt water crawly things with a very long canal-derived chopstick.

The way my mouth feels at the moment. Two whole days ago I filled the car up with fuel and must have got a bit on my hand without noticing. A couple of minutes later I was tucking into lunch and must have got a bit fuel oil on my food because for the last two days I can’t get the taste of diesel out of my mouth. Simply can’t believe it’s lasted this long and wondering when I will be free of it.
Gross.

Me: Um eym I et ad

I feel for you, matey. I’ve been a bike mechanic and occasional fixer of other stuff for many years and do get people in that make you speechless. The worst of these are as you describe because you can’t help but think by putting them right you are doing society, in general, a wrong by prolonging their existence and their usage of an incompatible object that will result in bloodshed, anxiety, pain and grieving, potentially to innocent persons.
I had one bloke in, (intelligent with a nice house, expensive car, good job) that rode his £1500 bike for so long with a buckled wheel that he put a hole in his chainstay and didn’t believe me when I explained the issue.
Another frequent visitor just kept oiling his chain every ride despite what I told him over and over again. The crap I got off the rear mech pulleys fill up my hand.
Basically these people are hardwired to be hard headed and no amount of single-syllable sentence structuring will be simple enough to get the message “STOP, NOW, WALK AWAY!” through.

Anybody notice the nod to a classic 50’s film in the chemistry lab scene when OWK was searching for Leia?

Looks like The Kerb was the final stop on the Brake Line.

I would guess that it wasn’t epic braking power that bent the forks..

Stupid combo hand washer dryer thingies in public loos. Soap goes on and is immediately washed off by the water. When the water stops the dryer starts but you have just shaken off the excess water and the air blast dislodges another stream of droplets to make your hands wet again. So you take your hand out the dryer to shake that off (cos you know the air duration isn’t long enough to dry your hands) but as soon as they are removed the air stops. Any attempt to restart the air actually restarts the soap/wash cycle again.

Last Jan I was in the middle of a three month lay-off from cycling due to neck pain. as long as I didn’t ride it wasn’t an issue. Currently experiencing similar when I don’t ride and getting nothing when I do.
Controlled the whole crappy business with tai-chi which I was really reticent about but has been a great help.
Basically middle age is one long drawn-out series of niggles interspersed with odd days of comfort which you take totally for granted because your brain automatically goes back to ‘I am in my twenties and bloody invincible’ mode.

It’s heated and lit and got mountain bikes in there. They get muddy, it dries and drops off. If I didn’t clear it up I’d have a shed full of tomatoes or carrots or grapes or weeds ..or...
Hey, I might be on to something here.

I hoover my shed, aka The Bike Shrine.