Where would we be without the random writings of one of the wittiest fellas from Felixstowe. Here’s the lovely random ramblings from local lad, Dean Wales…
I’ve been driving for 25 years now – as the ‘Little Tikes Cosy Coupe’ never existed when I was a kid I can’t declare any pre-pubescent experience behind the wheel – and so I’d consider myself well-versed in the futile overreaction of incensed drivers often referred to as ‘Road Rage’.
Little did I know that Road Rage doesn’t just apply to the road…!
Until recently whilst I was on a shopping trip in this fair town of ours, I was never really mindful of rapid flare-ups between strangers other than those I’d observed on our roads.
It’s funny isn’t it, how some things happen in the most unlikely of places?
Having to pop out for provisions, dental floss and because I had an insatiable craving for a Strawberry Mivvi, I grabbed my bag-for-life (For life? Really?) and my car keys and headed out.
After eventually unearthing a shopping basket void of used tissues, empty Ginsters Cornish Pasty packets or discarded shopping lists, I headed into the retail abyss.
My time negotiating wayward trollies and ruddy-faced children demanding a bag of Monster Munch was thankfully short; unlike the queue at the checkout.
It was here I witnessed ‘Checkout Rage’.
All the elegantly dressed lady was trying to do was return an unwanted item. You’d have thought she’d stripped and attempted to limbo dance under the legs of fellow shoppers. Looks that would have melted my Strawberry Mivvi at a hundred yards, amplified tuts, unwarranted accusations. Within
moments the entire line of individuals was at it.
When the lady in the firing-line retaliated, one hindered shopper shouted ‘Ooh, check her out’… I saw the funny side of that, others in queue, however, did not.
Written by Dean Wales