Standing in the kiosk queue in Asda yesterday. There were no trolleys (usually always is), so I was caught off guard as DS had no shoes on. I had a few bits to get. Store was closing within the hour. I carried DS around and had a basket. It was a heavy nightmare.
Paid at self service then needed to grab a drink so paid for it at the kiosk. There was one woman in front of me and the man on the till had to add change as they'd obviously run low. This man serving very obviously had some sort of issue, such as OCD. He had this thing where he had to put two coins in, tap the side then add more. He kept on doing this, clearly looking extrenely stressed, for at least 3/4 minutes.
The blokes being me started saying '' Hurry the fuck up! '' and '' what's he doing?! Fuck sake'' along with other stuff.
I was so cross I said to them to bloody well go and pay for their papers elsewhere if they have no patience, the shop won't shuck us out even if it turns to 40pm.
They said' 'we just want to get out of here ffs'
Anyway I finally got served and he said to me, very tearfully, thank you for that.
I couldn't even answer properly other than a smile. I rushed to my car, strapped DS in and sobbed my heart out.
Everytime I think of what happened, my heart sinks. And I start getting emotional.
Why are people so so cruel?