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…you’re that guy who, whilst we all queue nice and patiently to be helped at the coffee shop, cuts in front of everyone yet still needs to decide what to order once served. We let the cutting in line slide, but now you’re umming and aahing about skimmed vs 2% vs soy milk. Well done. A knob – don’t be one. — You’re that person (and I’m sorry to say this… but chances are you’re a member of the blue-rinse brigade) who, whilst paying for your groceries at the supermarket, wait until EVERY SINGLE ITEM has been rung up, bagged and loaded into the trolley and then, only once the cashier has announced the total, open the handbag. And of course the purse is nowhere near the top of the handbag, now is it? Nope! Coz that would be too simple. It’s buried beneath two years worth of empty chewing gum wrappers, your ever-present pepper spray (expired 1995), and every receipt you’ve ever received since your 14th birthday. Right, cash or card. Hmmm… perhaps you’ll quickly (ja right) count your cash to see if you have enough (you won’t). Then out comes the debit card. No no no, that’s your petrol card, try again. There we go. Now if you could only remember your PIN number. You took so long that I’M now a member of the blue rinse brigade, the meat I was buying has gone off and the avocados are rotten. Sigh… A knob – don’t be one. —
…you’re that guy who, whilst cruising down the highway, notices construction signs announcing that the lane is about to get cut off, and yet STILL cruise along that lane right until the last millimetre of tarmac before hitting brakes and cutting into the next lane where everyone else already is, forcing them to ALL slow down to a virtual snail’s pace. Traffic is now backed up to Malawi. Well done. A knob – don’t be one. — |
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