Well after dipshit managed to rip half my ankle open with the aforementioned buggy due to the fact he wasn’t looking where he was going because he was too busy puffing out his chest and checking his look in the freezer cabinets to make sure his virility really showed, the twat looked at me as if I was something he’d just stepped in.
Oh dear me, I’m 44 days without a cig....... come on...... just give me a fucking reason and ill eat your bloody child in front of you before disembowelling you in the frozen food section.
I quietly mutter under my breath “has excuse me or sorry gone out of fashion?”
Still the bloody gormless stare of somebody who is never going to get a job!!! Really, with a face like that and a look like that the fucker is unemployable.