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I was in a supersized supermarket a week or so ago and, to no great surprise, it was jammed to the rafters with shoppers buying turkeys, trimmings and treats for the holidays.
I deftly navigated my cart quickly up and down each aisle in an attempt to shorten my stay. However, it was an exercise in futility as the checkout lines were agonizingly long and slow-moving. Each shopper's cart was piled high to the sky. I was going nowhere fast.
Disheartened, I queued up seven spots back at Counter 8, a line that appeared to be moving quicker than the others. Truth be told, the difference was minuscule. A turtle may be faster than a snail, but well, it's still a turtle.
Resigned to my fate, I waited patiently and politely – as did others around me – for my turn to checkout. Politically correct, non-offensive saccharine Christmas music filled the air to keep frustration levels low. Before too long, I found myself near the front of the parade.
Suddenly, and without warning, a cart zoomed up the open gap between lines 7 and 8, veering hard to the right into a tiny gap ahead of me at the front of the line.
What chutzpah.
Momentarily stunned, I gave my head a shake and then expressed outrage at this boorish behaviour.
The cheeky cart driver ignored my protestations and – as the others joined in to create a chorus of indignation – nonchalantly yawned and raised but a single digit in the air.
Merry freaking Christmas.
Preposterous, you say. Would never happen.
Fair enough. Now substitute the word highway for supermarket, drivers for shoppers, car for cart and merge lane for checkout line. Still seem absurd?
Darren McGee