Probably posted already ... People(female) at till's who pack there bags then spend 5mins looking for a purse then which card to use . You've been queuing for 5 mins couldn't you have got your card ready . I end up tapping my fingers on the conveyor and if they turn a round I give a cheesy smile
This was a common occurrence when I was driving a London Black Cab.
Women, (almost always women), would hail me, and ask for e.g. Kings Road, Chelsea.
I’d ask if they wanted anywhere particular, and they’d say, I’ll tell you when I see the shop that I want.
Inevitably they’d shout, “This is it, stop here driver!”, as I was inside the studs of a pedestrian crossing.
A stream of heated disapproval would be hurled at me as I tried to explain that I had to clear the crossing and then stop.
Then, when I had stopped, they’d rummage in their bag for their purse, faff about looking for change, or say, “Can you change a fifty, or shall I look in my other bag for a Debit Card?”
Drivers behind were all muttering about damned taxi drivers.