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Does anyone else suffer from this affliction?
It's only started recently but no matter where I go at the moment be it on foot or in a car the moment I join a queue it f
ks up
I've had supermarket tills break meaning I have to reload my trolley and move to an adjacent till
Card readers not work
Or just people who looked relatively normal turn into complete retards meaning I am stuck whilst queues either side of me move at a normal pace
If anyone has has this, how can I cure it? It's taking so much time to do anything!
It's only started recently but no matter where I go at the moment be it on foot or in a car the moment I join a queue it f
ks upI've had supermarket tills break meaning I have to reload my trolley and move to an adjacent till
Card readers not work
Or just people who looked relatively normal turn into complete retards meaning I am stuck whilst queues either side of me move at a normal pace
If anyone has has this, how can I cure it? It's taking so much time to do anything!
I'm a real Jonah when it comes to ques too. There is always something or someone messing up my chance of getting through quickly.
With this in mind I once offered my place in a supermarket queue to an elderly gent because I had a trolley full of stuff and he just a few things in a basket. I should have guessed he would have to have a discount couple for every thing in his basket. Worse still he had to sort through a big wad of coupons to find the right one for each item. While he did this he neglected to put any of the items in his (yes) Tartan shopping bag. Some time later bag loaded and coupons sorted he needed to pay the balance. Out came the cheque book, pen and a change of spectacles while was loosing the will to live he laboriously wrote out his cheque. Followed by a rifle through his wallet to produce a fking bank debit card to guarantee his cheque. After he eventually sorted himself out and left the checkout the woman on the till looked at me and nearly pissing herself laughing said "That will teach you to give up your place".
With this in mind I once offered my place in a supermarket queue to an elderly gent because I had a trolley full of stuff and he just a few things in a basket. I should have guessed he would have to have a discount couple for every thing in his basket. Worse still he had to sort through a big wad of coupons to find the right one for each item. While he did this he neglected to put any of the items in his (yes) Tartan shopping bag. Some time later bag loaded and coupons sorted he needed to pay the balance. Out came the cheque book, pen and a change of spectacles while was loosing the will to live he laboriously wrote out his cheque. Followed by a rifle through his wallet to produce a f
king bank debit card to guarantee his cheque. After he eventually sorted himself out and left the checkout the woman on the till looked at me and nearly pissing herself laughing said "That will teach you to give up your place".Edited by colonel c on Monday 5th July 10:36
blindswelledrat said:
Incurable, but you almost certainly caught it that one time you were forced to go to Asda.
I did as well!! I normally shop in Sainsburys but we needed some tat that we didn't mind losing/getting broken for Glastonbury so we went to the Asda around the cornerDammit!! I knew there would be repercussions!!!
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