Reminds me of the 'Trolley pushers club'. My local barman gave that name to those broken men pushing the cart behind thier wives with no say of what goes into the cart or how long the picky woman takes to get the shopping finished. They are only usefull at the end when they have to pay. Fuck shopping.
Reminds me of the 'Trolley pushers club'. My local barman gave that name to those broken men pushing the cart behind thier wives with no say of what goes into the cart or how long the picky woman takes to get the shopping finished. They are only usefull at the end when they have to pay.
Fuck shopping.
Yes, fuck shopping. I hate it. I enter the doors with a scowl on my face and move as quickly as I can the whole time wanting to kick-shove everyone in my way.
Yes, fuck shopping. I hate it. I enter the doors with a scowl on my face and move as quickly as I can the whole time wanting to kick-shove everyone in my way.
'Trolley rage' is a real thing.
'Trolley rage' is a real thing.
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