Mimsing pedestrains that is, pop into the motorway services to have a leak, or the supermarket to grab some bread and milk and there they are.
As soon as you walk through the door which they've minced through in front of you they then stop several abreast.
Jaws dropped in awe as they gaze at the magnificence of the place, as you battle to get past them...they manage to take up more room than a gasometer...you find more of them dawdling towards the gents, they seem to possess an uncanny ability to detect someone behind who actually wants to have a pee and get on with his day before he retires.
They are the same at the supermarket, meandering down the isles picking stuff up and putting it back, double parking the blasted uncontrollable trolley, sideways if possible, causes more congestion that way, they manage to meet some equally boring friends and treble park the things in the narrowest place they can find, if it's a wide isle they stagger the trolleys to create a chicane and then park their huge back sides in the only passing place.
Of course the teenage ones will have the 4 children from hell from 4 different fathers with them running amok screaming like demented apes.
She Who Must has less time for them than i do, her usual mutterings as she shoves their trolleys out the way ('excuse me' doesn't compute, too many syllables) is along the lines of ''imagine it behind a steering wheel''
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