When people especially oldies are in a queue why the f uck don’t they know what they want before being served?

Cafe Nero this morning - huge queue and old couple get to the front - they debate what they want and ask the server his thoughts on muffins. At this point steam is coming out of my ears with the wait and I wanted to slam a blueberry muffin on a plate and say try this and get a f uckin move on!

Day gets no better as wife sends me to the paint shop - about eight people in a queue. Elderly couple debate which pastel colours would look better on their kitchen and ask the young lad. I had to say - buy some tester pots like every other f ucker and there’s a queue!

Day gets worse as go to the tip and surprise surprise there’s a queue. Two lots of elderly couples discussing the merits of recycling blocking the cardboard skip. As I couldn’t get past them quick enough my cardboard was chucked into household wastage and I heard one of the oldies calling me - what are you doing young man! My response was go and chat at whist drive or boules and then people in a rush could use the appropriate skips!

What a horrid and stressful day! I deserve a few glasses of red!

I wish though t wats would make up their minds before getting to the front of a queue!