In a local supermarket at one of the self serve tills scanning my goodies and packing as I go and as usual there’s a queue and one out of order till.
I’m at the first till so the queue is behind me, lady behind me is being given grief by the lady behind her for not going to the broken till,
I turned round and said ‘that one’s broken, that’s why no one’s using it’
First Lady said thanks and seemed a bit relieved that someone else had also told lady 2 that it was broken.
Lady one moves on to the next till. Lady 2 now directly behind me with one of the small trolleys, but she’s resting it on my hip.
I look at her and she moves it back a bit (I needed to move over to use the chip n pin). As I’m inputting my number the cheeky moo rams me in the bloody hip.
I glared at her and muttered under my breath.
I’m by no means a yoof any longer, but AIBU to think some of the older generation should mind their bloody manners.