Couple of years ago,
Me and my housemates would always go shopping on Saturday mornings. It was the only time we all had an hour or two to spare, since we didn't have a car we were all required to attend in order to carry our stuff home. Anyway, we'd trundle off to Sainsbury's in town and it soon became apparent that 11am on Saturdays was also when a shouty old man went shopping. Every single time.

He wasn't your ordinary shouty old man though, he had incoherence down to an art. With the requisite shuffle and head-permanently-to-one-side look, he was the perfect example of the ravages of age. He would wander through the store, occasionally putting things in his basket and somewhat more frequently bellowing 'Hueeeeerrrrgghghhh!'.

I never found out why he did this, he might have been in pain or merely deaf and not realise he was doing it. All I know is that I am glad I didn't work there and so didn't have to serve him.

'That's £10.60 please.'
'HerrrUUGGHHHHHargh!'
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 11:54, Reply)