OK....Supermarkets...

Picture the scenes....a busy supermarket...queues at each till...most of which are out of order or not manned. Chavs flood the place buying cider and cigarettes and some old ladies meet to talk about the price of fish in the middle of a narrow isle while little Johnny and his "borderline genius" sister run round the place on scooters....now as if that isnt enough...you queue...you have a few things...maybe the correct money.

Infornt of you is Miss "I never shop here but it was convenient" - she has her "Taste The Difference" bubble bath and her new pretty patterened fucking panty things...she reaches the oik at the till and he or she scans the goods...she makes no conversation as she never really shops here....then it happens...

"£9.85 please" bird brain of britain squeaks from the till.

OH AND WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE....she has to FIND her PURSE!!!

For Gods sake we have been in a queue since Noah built the Ark...and she has to FIND her purse at the bottom of her designer handbag ( made in Taiwan...dont get me started)......

Coupons...she has COUPONS. What is the matter with these retards...fuck off and order your panty liners ONLINE and do us all a favour.

Finally after some more farting around with the plastic bag and packing slowly like she is handling the crown fucking jewels the twat makes way for someone as nice as me...

You can see where this blog is going...I better take a tablet.

 Every Little Helps.