Woman in express checkout lane has ELEVEN items in her basket. I counted them. Red haze descending over eyes. Rage rising. Might black out.
I've never been compared to a "fast-acting opioid analgesic drug" before. Always thought I was more of a laxative. Or maybe codliver oil.
My superpower: always picking the slowest lane, and then leaving it mere seconds before it speeds up. They call me Captain Frustration.