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Thank God he doesn't shop around here. When pension day comes around all the oldies do their shopping and will park their trolleys across the aisle in order to have a chat with Mavis from down the street. Once Esmae and Vesma join the conversation -there is a a trolleyjam six trolleys deep. Only the brave or stupid will attempt to negotiate this blockade. Even the politest "excusuuse mee ladeees" (in that sing song type friendly voice ) will be be met with the kind of reaction that one would expect if one had just dumped garbage all over the new carpet and vomited on the freshly shampooed Pekingnese . If the blockade is able to be passed without incident there will be a noticeable burning sensation at the back of ones head as the withering glares are turned on.
Don't forget "the weavers". This group find it difficult to maintain a straight line for more than 4 or 5 paces. They then have to cryptically alter course without looking in order to intercept me.Perhaps an oddly shaped mass of air has caught their attention or this weeks bargain special at the reject shop. Sadly"weaving syndrome" affects people of all ages.
Next time you encounter MR Angry at the shop I suggest a double whammy technique. At the exact moment he is about to barge past initiate a "weave" culminating in a "trolleyjam". With any luck your trolley will tip over,spilling it's yet unpaid for contents on to the floor and completely blocking his path.Now for the coup de gras- if conditions are favourable a member staff will appear at the other end of the aisle with a mop and bucket thus cutting off any escape route Mr Angry may have envisioned.
Now stand back and whilst inwardly cacking yourself with laughter say something wise and profound like "geez,I bet you couldn't do that if ya tried! hohohhoh." As he frantically and repeatedly crashes his trolley into the shelf of biscuits or cleaning products and his blood pressure reaches a dangerous level.
Thanks for a great laugh, Meako! All the cola came out of my coat...so its all lemon drops high above the tree tops.