This is a “grumpy old man” posting.
Picture the scene: Woolworths Supermarket, Woden. A nice middle class shopping centre, Sunday afternoon.
I’m lined up in the 15 items or less express line with a friend, and we have about 25 items in a small basket. A little old lady joins the queue behind us, with a big trolley – pushing up behind me – she is in a hurry – she may be about to meet her maker very soon. She takes one look at our basket of 25 items, gives me a really dirty look and then shouts at the top of croaky voice – “Can’t you count!!!”
I’m an accountant, bitch. 25 items divided by 2 people is less than 15 items each – and besides, the “15 items or less” sign is indicative, not manatory. Especially when I am buying lots of expensive stuff, while little old ladies are buying their weekly quota of cat food.
This sort of impatience gives me amusement in Canberra. Friend and I decided to share our place in line, while each of us did trips to grab the additional items that you always forget, until you are in the 15 items or less queue at the checkout. I really enjoyed watching her stew…
rebellion….. she gave you mighty evil i suppose