There, for the grace of God, goes I.
My favorite grocery store scenario is the woman who turns her cart sideways, blocking the aisle, and then goes into some sort of hypnotic state while staring at the shelves.
“Excuse me,” I say. Nothing. “Excuse me,” I say again, this time a little firmer. Still nothing.
Then I move her cart while she gives me a dirty look.
That’s only superceded by the moron who invented the little kiddie shopping carts so mom and their precocious little baby can tag team and really block the aisles, or better, bounce right into the same side as my hip replacement.
I was’nt in a hypnotic stare! I was trying to figure out the per ounce price differences on the peanut butter! Now get off my back before I block you on the soda aisle too.
He should be shot.
Or how about the large family that although not causing trouble always takes up too much room in the aisles. Oh wait! That was my family.