After l finished work today I called in at the local supermarket for a small amount of foodstuffs to see us through to midweek when I'll do a major food shop.
I finished up and went to a checkout which had a half empty/full conveyor belt. A lady in red coat stood in front of me, I started to unload my trolley.
She turned around to face me arms folded and said,
' Actually my husband should be along in a moment with our basket.'
I said, 'I'm sorry is this a new procedure?'
She said, ' What do you mean?' in the accent of a fellow Brit southerner. If l could I would have replied in broad Cumbria-Wigtonian speak, but I couldn't pull it off it would have sounded more Welsh meets Urdu.
I replied but in my head, as one does in a split second of thought,
' Well it's a bit like the notorious German tourist sneaking down with a beach towel and saving a sunbed for himself and Mrs Ludwig!'
Instead I just sighed and glared at her in mammoth way and removed my items back to my trolley. I folded my arms and continued my glare, she turned her back and I bore man holes in to the back of her head.
I'm quite impressed with myself, as those who have met me probably know that if pushed, eyelashes will freeze at ten paces when I get going, but I though shit I just can't be bothered to take this up a gear.
It ain't worth it or I'm worth more.