Bastards that use my shop as a pensioner crèche. Middle aged people bring in a coffin dodger “hello, mum here needs her glasses adjusted… ok mum ill see you later im going to pop round the shops” “it will only take a minuet” I protest “ ill get you on the way back mum. I Wont be long!”  20 sodding minutes later. 3 attempts for the old person leave the shop and get in a car that stopped at the traffic lights thinking its there relative picking them up. Deaf as a post. A spoon full of dementure and sprinkling of racism. They final get picked up. “All done now are we?” (we where all done before you got to the other end of the street). Now I need to fabreeze a chair…