The only big shop in town.
The queues to the checkouts are serpentine, and everyone wants to be somewhere else.
2 places behind us in the queue is a really obnoxious family - the parents are moaning, the kids are being rude to everyone, including the parents. The father is especially bad, even complaining that the person in between us has a basket, and there are checkouts dedicated to people with baskets... My mind is swimming with names for him and his family, none of them nice. I am starting to wonder what he will find to complain about next, and find it all rather funny.
We reach the checkout.
I start putting stuff onto the conveyer belt. Mrs RC starts to pack.
Suddenly the unthinkable happens.
The obnoxious guy starts to moan about how slowly Mrs RC is packing!
Oopsie! I am nearly bursting by now - this guy clearly knows now boundaries, just like his kids.
Mrs RC stops packing. She puts down the bag. She takes a step towards him and fixes him with her killer stare. I 'm not getting involved, she can handle this guy with one hand.
Other people nearby twig what is going on and start to watch.
The guy is visibly wilting by now, looking at the floor like a naughty 3 year old.
"I can go a lot slower, you know. Shall I do that, or shall I just go back to my packing?"
Silence. Even his vile little brats don't know what to say.
We continue through the checkout with no further incident.
Why isn't shopping always this much fun?