I’m going to post a weekly (or so) rant on here, just about the little niggly things that get right on my tits.
Like Old Wifies.
This morning walking to work they were everywhere.
Two old wifies standing in the paper-shop doorway, gossiping ignorantly, unaware that as it’s the only door to the shop people might actually want to go in or out. Bottleneck situation just waiting to happen….
Worse than that, old wifies who queue up to buy said newspapers, then add on cigarettes, stationery, a wee toy for little Jimmy, a box of Jaffa Cakes and then she asks ‘Do you have any nice wrapping paper?’, dragging the by now embarrassed assistant all over the shop.
When they finally get everything rung up on the till then and only then does the old dear think about actually paying for her goods! Raking in her bag for her purse, and then raking in her purse for the exact change, counting it out penny by penny, only to realise at the last moment that she hasn’t enough small change and ‘could she change a twenty?’
When the transaction is over, she then proceeds to carefully replace everything into her purse, and handbag.
Slowly.
Just as I’m about to shout (at the top of my voice) ‘GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU DODDERY OLD BASTA…’ she then politely asks for all her goods to be placed in a carrier bag, as ‘it might rain later on…….’
Jesus H., I only want to pay for my soft-porn-orientated tabloids!
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