Stiff Upper Lip
My mum's as middle class as a picnic in John Lewis' barbcue department. This means utter cherriness in the face of adversity (burglary, alcoholic husband, chronically ill children), but getting a parking ticket will make her as psycho as a cat in a bath. One time at Waitrose in Richmond (see?!) she'd stayed 15 mins over the 3 hour parking limit, increasing her stay from about £2.00 to £20.00, she totally wigged out, demanding to see the manager, take her custom away and leaving her paid for trolley of shopping in a lift door. As she left she hollered...

"And you've moved the marmite! 2 years ago!"

Waitrose called her mobile as she went to the car and said that she could come back for the shopping anytime. As she sat in the car I had to go and get it. Parking was free. Somehow I think they were used to this kind of behaviour
(bendyness shows you on the brick where he licked her, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 14:29, 5 replies)

HOW THE HELL
DO YOU SPEND 3 HOURS IN A SUPERMARKET AND COME OUT WITH JUST ONE TROLLEY?!
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 16:46, closed)

AND COME OUT WITH JUST ONE TROLLEY
( Moey, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 17:09, closed)

Looking for the marmite?

(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Wed 17 Feb 2010, 19:06, closed)

Yeah, what he said
Supermarkets and me = 5 minute commando raid, coming out with beer, bread and jaffa cakes - a fully nutritious meal...well, it would be had I got anything to put on the bread.
( snee held his breath since, Thu 18 Feb 2010, 9:26, closed)

Jaffa cake sandwich?

(wehttamman via B3ta for microwave, Thu 18 Feb 2010, 12:47, closed)