Hey Mr. Freelance Supermarket Car Park Car Washer Uperer, if I want my car professionally cleaned by someone with a damp cloth and a plastic trolley with a bucket full of suspiciously brown fluid hanging from it, I will display a sign on my dashboard saying "please mildly displace the dirt on my car while I am in the shops, thanks"
Also, I hate The Catcher-Uperers, these are the people, usually a family with kids, who display any and all of the faults mentioned in the OP, except that due to sheer bad luck, will enter the supermarket at the same time as you, so you spend the entire shop contantly overtaking and being caught up by these idiots. Even if you deliberatly wait for 10 minutes to let them get far ahead, you can guarantee you will catch them up again before you get to the baked beans. In the end you are forced to race ahead, missing half the stuff you want to buy, get to the checkout and somehow they join the checkout next to you and still beat you out the shop.
Also, at the bent bargains shelf there are two classes of people. There are those who try desparately to appear aloof, as if to imply that they are infact quite well off, and therefore only having a look at that 3p off pot of jam and are not at all bothered, no, they will usually hang back from the ravenous scavengers at he front bobbing and weaving to get a look. Then there are those who elect to contruct a barrier around the shelf, usually including the trolley parked sideways and their natural girth, thus allowing them to pick up and smell, shake, poke and put back every single item on the shelf at their leisure, before deciding theres nothing they actually want anyway.
Also, I hate The Catcher-Uperers, these are the people, usually a family with kids, who display any and all of the faults mentioned in the OP, except that due to sheer bad luck, will enter the supermarket at the same time as you, so you spend the entire shop contantly overtaking and being caught up by these idiots. Even if you deliberatly wait for 10 minutes to let them get far ahead, you can guarantee you will catch them up again before you get to the baked beans. In the end you are forced to race ahead, missing half the stuff you want to buy, get to the checkout and somehow they join the checkout next to you and still beat you out the shop.
Also, at the bent bargains shelf there are two classes of people. There are those who try desparately to appear aloof, as if to imply that they are infact quite well off, and therefore only having a look at that 3p off pot of jam and are not at all bothered, no, they will usually hang back from the ravenous scavengers at he front bobbing and weaving to get a look. Then there are those who elect to contruct a barrier around the shelf, usually including the trolley parked sideways and their natural girth, thus allowing them to pick up and smell, shake, poke and put back every single item on the shelf at their leisure, before deciding theres nothing they actually want anyway.
