If there's something which really grinds my gears it's being stuck behind a 'dawdler'. Fair enough if you've got the whole day to just casually stroll around the supermarket etc without a care in the world but most people aren't in this boat and wish to get in and out with little fuss; without having to manouvre through a Total Wipeout style assault course consisting of the elderly, middle of the aisle trolleys (left there whilst the owner of it wanders to find the tin of beans they're after) and the basket whackers who appear to have the sole purpose of making as much unwanted contact with their baskets/trolleys as possible. Oh how I hate shopping sometimes.
Dawdlers
in The Land of TWS (aka Ian)
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