I don’t know how I can look someone dead in the face and say, “excuse me, sir/ma’am, do you mind if I squeeze past you so I can get into this aisle here” and be met with complete disregard and sometimes also a glare.
Chance is over! I was nice once. Time to bash you over the head with my cart until you move or I have the opportunity to drag your corpse out of the way myself
















