In a similar vein, women who buy clothes, then discuss them with the woman on the checkout.Natasha Whittam wrote:boltonbonce wrote:People who get on the bus in front of me, and then start fumbling in their pockets for money.
Have it ready, you dick.
While I've never been on a bus, this sort of thing bugs me at the supermarket checkout.
It's as if it's a surprise to some people that they actually have to pay for the stuff in their trolly.
And then, once they've paid, they spend 20 minutes putting coins/cards back into their man purse holding the queue up again.
'That's nice isn't it.
'Yes, you can wear it on any kind of occasion'
'Do they do it in 16?'
'I think so, our Amanda got one yesterday,and she's a 14, but she usually gets a 16 for comfort'.
'I prefer cotton in this weather'.
'Ooh so do I. They say this heatwave could go on for weeks.'
I've only got a Lucozade and a bag of fucking crisps,stood there like piffey,while these two windbags on legs prattle on about dress sizes and the weather.
I ended up going to the self service checkout,even though there was a queue. I hate shopping.