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Posted on Saturday, November 3 2007 @ 13:29:17 PST
So I'm in Iceland today, I've got three deliveries waiting for me back at my flat (two separate orders that just happened to arrive on the same day) and all I want to do is get my food and get back because I'm god damn starving. So I spent about fifteen minutes dodging single mothers, old couples and inconsiderate bastards who just fancy filling up the aisles, gather up enough food to feed either me for a week or a small army for maybe a day or two and then dash to the till like there's a Go Girl waiting for me on the other side. Out of five or so tills there's only one that's NOT on so you'd think the queue would fade down pretty quick right? Wrong, at least if you're talking about the queue I picked anyway. Once I managed to get into what passed for a line I started seeing people moving at every. other. till. My line was being held up by a tiny two foot tall granny writing a cheque. Then it was held up by an incredibly slow couple who were incapable of having one pay and one pack (well to be fair to the guy paying he stuck his card in the machine as good as the best of them, his girlfriend however couldn't figure the polythene bag out). Once these people had carried on their merry way I thought maybe service would pick up, it turns out I was wrong once again, the baboon at the till was inexplicably slow.
So thank you everyone I came into contact with at that damn queue, you really slowed down my day.
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