A couple of mins to 9 in sainsbrys. I join the self-service tills with a sandwich and a newspaper. Next thing I know a trolley is wedged inbetween me and the tills. “Don’t worry, we’re not pushin’ in” says a woman in a tracksuit, accompanied by an equally scruffy woman and a child that looks like it has the early onset of scurvy. The trolley is piled high with junk, for the entire contence of the trolley the equivalent nutritional value could be achieved by eating a bean sprout. The trolley was a diabetic coma waiting to happen. “That queue weren’t moving, so we’d be next” (be next at a totally different part of the super market). I do my best thin smile with my eyes saying, “I hope your brain prolapses”. What the hell is so important that the have to go in front of me? They can see I have the exact money ready for my 2 items. And im blatantly going to work. What’s there rush? They are obviously not taking the kid to school. Spoons is already open and if they don’t get there soonish they will not get in the full 6 hours drinking time before their meeting at the DSS? Late for Jeremy Kyle?