The title of this blog could seem a little vague and generalised on the whole and i accept that. However that is where the actually content comes in useful and if you're still reading (congratulations you can read) then you're about to get some explanation.
Sainsbury's is a well known British supermarket and we've all been tone of those. It will be nothing new to anyone to read here that when inside people seem to devolve into a state of idiocy that they can only manage when inside the four walls of a supermarket. I did somewhat think that the supermarket was the best place to view the human race using their brain the least.
However... (you love however) outside is the car park. It's not the cars moving that cause me the complex. There's a crossing, a zebra one if you're one for details. You would think people would cross there, it being easy and cars being legally obliged to stop. But no... Like retarded zombies people dawdle across any other part of the road, looking around in the sky for some sort of message that reminds them to breathe.
Then the kicker, they glance through your windscreen with a look of "how dare you drive on the road". If I was in the position where i didn't fear life imprisonment i would encourage running them over, if only to teach them a lesson. Oh and of course there would be a dent in the car... That would be inconvenient.
Zebra crossings... Use them or prepare to except a lesson. I'll post again when I can be bothered. Feckin muppets.
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