Every week I go to the supermarket to stock up with food for the coming week.
I carefully select my food and then head for the checkout where, if I am lucky there may only be two or three people in the queue
I stand patiently whilst people are served and then the “red mist” descends over me as I watch the woman being served pack all her groceries and then decide to look for her purse so that she can pay.
This requires an operation of such magnitude that it puts the D Day planners to shame, she will invariably carry a massive handbag and then spend God knows how long looking through the different pockets in the bag trying to track down her purse.
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