SO what is wrong with the female of the species, they toddle into the supermarket that i only frequent once a week, they suddenly do emergency stops, they swerve from side to side of the isle, play statues, discuss total piffle to each other blocking the aisles, stare intently at a tin of something even to the point of prent play x-raying the tin to check it does contain something, tonight they seemed to be superglued to the trolley one hand continuously attached to the trolley while they stretch to pick up something then they just stand there transfixed in a semi comatose state,while they gather up all their reserves of energy to walk a few feet before making an enmergency stop.
Then we get to the checkout, they place every thing one by one on the conveyor,everything facing the same way, all waiting in anticipation to be put in a bag, not to worry she has her own bags, all nicely folded,and all at the bottom of the trolley under al the food she has just bought, so everything has to go on the conveyor,before packing comences, all the fruit in one colour coded bag, tins in a nother, ladies stuff in another bag, and this goes on and on, we are loosing the will to live.
Finally she fills all the bags, the checkout operator says 78.29, please, she opens her purse and whips out a load of card, then like a casino croupier passes one to the c-o-o, who saysd sorry madam that one has been declined, she then does the same, and again its declined, us in the queue think about a collective whip round to pay for the shopping.
Suddenly she finds a card that works,and chants out the pin number for everyone to hear, ususally her date of birth from the test tube.
and off she toddles to her car, happy she has annoyed a few men and fellow women.All to be repeated the next week.
Rant off.
coo = check out operator.