A woman in my local shop is complaining about the milk. In her hand she has a one pint bottle but, "that's not enough!" she's telling the overworked and completely uninterested shop keeper. "i want the next size up. You have the big ones but that's too much." (the shop currently has one and four pint bottles but is sold out of twos) If it wasn't annoying enough that she's holding up the queue the entire bottle of perfume she's wearing is about to give me an asthma attack. With every sentence she pauses expectantly as if the man at the counter will suddenly produce a two pints of milk from some secret fridge no-one knows about and he just waits blankly for her to either buy the milk or leave. It's too early on a Sunday for this shit. If she wants more milk why not buy two one pints otherwise shut the fuck up and get out of my way.
[written in a queue, on my phone @ 10:10 this morning]
Cheers,
R.
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