I remember once squeezing between two "abaya women's" trolleys in an aisle in Carrefour.
For my audacity in insisting that I felt I had the right to walk up the aisle rather than wait until it was convenient for them to move their trolleys out of my way, they stood there and yelled, at the top of their voices "HAYWAN!! HAYWAN!!" (animal, animal). I paid absolutely no attention to them at all, pair of ride biatches that they were.
The thing that amused me most was that the more I ignored them, the louder their shouting became.
I just wandered off and left them fuming with incandescent rage that some people don't give a damn that they were upset.
In a perverse way it was one of the funnier days I've had got quite a while.
I remember once squeezing between two "abaya women's" trolleys in an aisle in Carrefour.
For my audacity in insisting that I felt I had the right to walk up the aisle rather than wait until it was convenient for them to move their trolleys out of my way, they stood there and yelled, at the top of their voices "HAYWAN!! HAYWAN!!" (animal, animal). I paid absolutely no attention to them at all, pair of ride biatches that they were.
The thing that amused me most was that the more I ignored them, the louder their shouting became.
I just wandered off and left them fuming with incandescent rage that some people don't give a damn that they were upset.
In a perverse way it was one of the funnier days I've had got quite a while.