Now there's an idea who's time has come. I hate getting behind women at the supermarket or any other store. They invariably argue with the cashier about what is on sale and have the outdated flyers to prove it. They usually have one or more clinging kids to them who are constantly whining about getting a candy bar or something. Then when the sale is rung up, they appear surprised that they have to pay and then they spend the next five minutes digging through their purse for the checkbook and then when they find it, they end up asking the cashier for a pen to write it with.