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Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dont You Just Hate That?

At the fag kiosk at Sainsbury's for some smokes and a Sarny... Big Queue, maybe seven or eight people in front of me, [obviously there was only one checkout in operation!], estimated time until wallet was required, 10 minuets. [After all the old codgers had bought their Scratch Cards and whinged repeatedly about the price of everything... 'I remember the days when you could buy'... 'Oh just shut the fcuk up and pay the woman!' Actually, not fair... You never see old people buying Cigarettes :-/ ]

Anyway, what really riled me today... This 'Dim Witted' woman three people ahead of me... She's queued forever with the rest of us and then asked for twenty 'SuperKings', fair enough. But then she proceeded to spend the next millennium counting out all the 'shrapnel' from her purse to the exact amount!!! WTF... You've just spent ten minuets in a queue, the price has been on display right in front of you, why didn't you do that while you waited woman!!! [And if anyone tells me woman can multi-task better than guys ever again!!!!]

Oh and to top it off. Some over dressed posh bint was promoting the 'Daily Telegraph' in store by offering out free copies to everyone that past her by, including me... 'Do I really look like a member of the Young Conservatives after a broad sheet copy of 'Mein Kampf' to steal policy ideas from? No I don't want it!'

Stressed... stressed... Moi !!! ;-)

Need Guinness... Handy becasue the Pub is exactly where I am heading right now! :-)

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gemmak said...: Roflmao...I so hate that, the woman counting out the shrapnel, but thry four in a row from the receiving end on a busy Saturday, the third being £16.99, all in change....and telling me I would appreciate and 'need' the change. Hell, I order thousands in change every week, I dont need hers thankyouverymuch!

Happy B&C :o); 7:39 pm
Anonymous said...: You must find another way to relieve your stress. heehee I am multitasking right now...typing...reading...and thinking. So there! : ); 1:59 pm
gemmak said...: *Cough* ;o); 11:48 pm

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Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dont You Just Hate That?

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