Or when they stand there talking to the cashier, seemingly oblivious of the que behind who are all quietly wanting to gang up on them...... But get this, its you who is in the wrong if you dare to say anything!!
I was in my local village shop once many years ago and the shop owner's mother was on duty.
I grabbed a bottle of milk, loaf of bread and a copy of Fork Truck Driver Gazette and patiently stood behind the old lady waiting to be served. I looked at the interesting stain on the shop floor and wondered for the umpteenth time what could have made it. I inwardly debated West Brom's prospects of lifting the European Cup in my lifetime. I pondered what to have for tea...
Time slipped by, but I wasn't in a hurry.
More time slipped by and I wondered what the delay could be and what they were chatting about at such length.
It must be very interesting.
I decided to listen which is probably very naughty of me.
They were talking about how they hate being held up in queues by people talking.
I said something. Politely. I got served. I left.
They carried on talking about rude middle aged men.