I hate those people that, when in front of you in the queue, put the next customer sign thingy down on the conveyor belt with force, purpose and a 'have some of that' attitude.
They stand there watching me putting my shopping on with a look of shock horror and dismay, I wonder what the fuck they're looking at. They start tutting and shit and whispering to who ever they're with. Then, out of nowhere they decide they've had enough and get the customer shopping divide sign thing, climb over the trolly, lean over the conveyor belt knocking food everywhere, looking at you like you're scum huffing and puffing, and plonk it down in the grand canyon size gap I'd left between my shopping and theirs.
They then turn to you with a smug look on their face "there you horrible bastard, thought you were going to get me to pay for your shopping did ya? Well no, i'm all over this shit"
FUCK OFF and chill the fuck out. I'm not going to let the checkout person put my shit through with yours, I want it for myself, that's why I brought it to the till, for fucksake. Even if I stopped paying attention, cos the women on aisle 5 dropped a case of wine, or the women on checkout 10's tits are on show as she leans over the checkout for this weeks OK, I'd back even the worst checkout monkey to realise that the gap between your shit roll and my steak, that I'm stood next to by the way, is an indicator that you're shopping had come to an end. Also, so what if some of my shopping does go through with yours, I've got better food than you anyway, plus they're not going to force you to pay for it and make you take it home are they??? They'll just reverse the transaction. Christ.
If you're that fucking scared that i'm gonna try pull a fast one and get you to buy my shopping you should put the bastard sign down yourself in the first place. On the other hand take a lighter approach to life and let it be, it'll more than likely be reet won't it? If you carry on stressing to fuck in the Tesco queue you'll die of a heart attack at a young age.