... then you kind of deserve to be treated like a twat in the supermarket?
I went into our local 24 hour Asda yesterday (NEVER usually brave this on a Saturday. DH and I either shop extremely early or extremely late, so it’s only shelf stackers around. Plus, we live in a tourist area, so it’s particularly overrun at the moment) because I hadn’t realised I’d run out of hair conditioner, and I didn’t want to wash my hair without it.
Run in, run out. A couple of minutes maximum.
Fuck me, but there are some twats in the world.
People stopping at the top of the travelator- you have an extremely slow journey to make up your mind, with a very clear view of what’s at the top. And there are only two options, clothing or toiletries! Make up your damn mind, and move out of the way!
People gathering their ENTIRE family to have a reunion with another ENTIRE family in the middle of an aisle. What the fuck? This is not a social outing, and your combined mass of 20 people are blocking everything.
And grown-ass adults with their mates having a ride. On. The. Fucking. Trolley. Oh my word, grow up and get on with your shopping! One of these guys was having a slow whizz ride right in front of the aisle I needed to get to. I’m not waiting for his twattery to finish, I grabbed the front of the trolley to stop him, and carried on with my day.
AIBU to think this sort of behaviour just isn’t on in the supermarket?