Supermarket: Women who drag their trolley (cart) with them when they go to the shelves so they are occupying a space nearly ten feet long, right in front of the goods I want to buy. Then they stand there, taking down one package after another, looking at them then putting them back. You stupid cow, they're all the same! I go away and come back five minutes later and they're still there.
Women who go through the checkout and slowly pack all their shopping away while the cashier is waiting for them to pay. Then they realise that all this stuff is going to have to be paid for, so they take out their purse and start pulling out a six-month collection of Special Offer tokens.
Men in suits who are buying one sandwich and a Kit-Kat, so they go through the Quick Check-out (Less than 10 Items), then try to pay by Letter of Credit from the Ninth National Bank of New Caledonia.
Cashiers who always say "Lovely" when I hand them a £20 note, then say "Thank you, sir, brilliant, sir, thank you!" as they give me the change. What will it be next, "Have a nice day, you hear?"