I just had to vent mate.
I was in Lidl a couple of months ago and there was a well to do piece of botox infused, bling clad mutton dressed as lamb with a massive trolley full of stuff a few places in front of me. Instead of loading it onto the conveyor she was far too busy chatting away to her equally absurd friend to notice that she'd arrived at the till with all her shopping still in the trolley. Meantime, others behind had been loading their stuff onto the belt which meant there was very little space for her to offload hers before the next shopper's stuff had filled the space. Maybe she'd hitherto always had her provisions delivered by Fortnum & Mason but she seemed not to realise that items have to be removed from the trolley to be scanned and packed. A difficult concept I'll grant you... Suddenly rage and panic ensued as she grabbed a whole load of bags, threw them at the cashier and started to indignantly chuck some stuff onto the conveyor. Now rather than her vacuous friend assisting by packing the stuff rapidly building up the other side of the till, she too stood there watching the frenzied woman muttering away to herself and going to and fro as she threw a few more things onto the conveyor and then went back to pack those which had been scanned. It was reminiscent of the very best of Laurel and Hardy apart from the foul language she directed at the poor girl on the till. I'd imagine she was farting around for a good 10 minutes before we were finally free of her and her tea coloured, saddle-bag faced friend.
Outside I spotted them a few minutes later trying very slowly to manoeuvre a shiny new Range Rover through a gap a petrol tanker wouldn't have had any trouble with. God only knows what planet these people are on!...