Trolley rage – or why there’s no hope for humanity

IT’S lucky that I don’t suffer from a heart condition, because if I did, the weekly supermarket shop would most likely finish me off before much longer.

The experience of navigating from entrance doors to checkout invariably sends my blood pressure rising, forces my jaws to clench and pushes my already-dim view of humanity into a headlong plunge.

In the time it takes to work my way from the fruit and flowers through to the sorbets, I find myself increasingly these days muttering “Am I invisible?” under my breath, like an intolerant old grouch, lamenting the general decline of the entire world. Continue reading

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