about as much as old women who play chicken with trolleys in woolies
Speaking of Woolies. What possesses people to have a chat in the middle of the aisle after running into someone they clearly don't like and continue to pretend like the just encountered the second coming?
All I wanted was a tin of tomatoes so I could make Shakshuka and these galahs were gas bagging about how their kids school brought in a new uniform for 2024.
"Yeahhhh, I heard that, Jaxon (Ew) is in his last year, I don't think he should have to buy a new blazer"
"Nah hun, I agree aye"
It's infuriating.
Then I went and lined up with my trolley, waited like a patient person would, only for the same mongs to stand behind me and continue their verbal diarrhoea.
Then, after ten minutes, a new counter opened up and then both parties couldn't wait to split and enjoy one of lifes great privileges, the newly opened counter.
Then I got home and realised I bought whole tomatoes. f**k a duck.