#4.
I dont care how hungry or fat you and your wife are, YOU DO NOT PUSH IN FRONT OF ME AT THE BAKERY.
There is a queue. I'm in the queue. You want something, then you join the queue. BEHIND ME.
I know I'm short and kinda skinny, and he was about three times my size and fuelled by the smell of a steak slice, but seriously, that's no excuse not to see me standing right there in front of the counter.
So I raised my voice and said (in the most sarcastic tone ever, think Chandler from friends crossed with Dr. House) "OH. It's not like I was in the line or anything!" before dramatically storming out of the place, chanelling Whitney Houston circa her crack addiction.
No, I didnt cut my nose off to spite my face. As it goes, Greggs didnt have anything I wanted afterall. Plus I sure as hell wasn't going to stand there stupified, yet amazed, by the back of the fat guys head looking like a pack of hotdogs.
Surprised his wife didnt try to eat him.
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