# two idiots in the local co-op was standing by the coffee machine waiting for my horrible burnt tasting latte which turned out so awful it was like the machine itself used to sell oregano to the spin doctors a woman walking in my direction suddenly stops and says 'excuse me - pleeeeze' real sarcastic like thing is they also seemed to wave ir phone in my general direction at the same time almost as if there was an app called 'move psychotic looking jacked cockney weirdos out of the way' they could have simply walked around as there was plenty of room for ir fat arts but no apparently having an expensive mobile phone on hire for exorbitant prices automatically grants you some kind of automatic privilege to act condescending i wasn't in the way and they could have simply gone around me i finished shopping and went to the checkout only to discover these two dolts were in front of the line they then proceeded to give the poor person at the checkout the most convoluted and annoying set of instructions and generally waste everyone's time - including ir own > "yeah (*chews bubblegum*) could i get 30 quid cash back and pay for this oh wait my other card oh and a bottle of vodka no wait a bottle of rum hang on i've forgotten my number - babe do you know my pin - ok wait if i transfer some money to your phone can you pay with your card oh that's not working either" around eight minutes of dark biocosmic eons passed while they screwed about with cards and numbers and phone-netic data exchanges / troubled existential changes of heart regarding ir specific emotionally requested purchases meanwhile i'm standing there like a spare duck in the whizzing rain waiting for a old man's wee-smelling number 5 bus from leightonstone to bethnal green everybody else in line senses will never turn up like godot we just stare at these two mobile phone catalyzed dummkophs and steam is slowing rising out of our ears at no point do they turn and say something like 'sorry about the wait' - to which one would of instantly replied 'no problem' aka bs politeness uk 101 finally they left having purchased absolutely nothing and having learnt even less note this isn't one of those reactionary nets rants blaming younger people for everything one suspects these two would be rude inconsiderate fools without 'the phones' twisting ir limited neural matrices as chuck says - giving the baby anything the baby's been told it wants - for a price of course the price of course is often one's soul neural capacity and common humanity // republic of bob