A woman and a man behind me in the queue at the supermarket this morning struck up an acquaintance based on the shocking fact that they were having to wait in line at the checkouts. Repeatedly, it seemed. Clutching a couple of items each, they shared with each other that they’d “phoned up head office” (and been given a £5 voucher), and “written letters” to express their disgust at the queues in this shop. “It’s just ridiculous in here at the weekends!” they agreed.
If it hadn’t (a) been the basket queue, with all of 4 people ahead of me, with baskets, queuing for 4 separate checkout tills, and (b) been utterly empty all around the shelves, with perhaps one person drifting along each aisle at any given time, they might have had a point.
As it was, they were clearly only there to provide themselves with moan fodder – taking up space in the shop which could have been better spent by people who, perhaps unlike them if I may pass such a judgment based on appearances, actually had no choice but to do their week’s shopping on a Saturday morning. Honestly: people!!