Sandwich Wars

On a 'shops are full of bastards'-related theme, what exactly is it with people when they're buying food?

Apparently there's only one Pret a Manger in the whole SE1 postcode area and so every day when I buy my lunch, there's a million other hungry people trying to do the same thing.

The problem is, people queue up right behind you, with their feet almost touching yours. You finally get to the front of the queue, pay the miserable so-and-so behind the counter for your duck wrap and brownie, and then you turn around to leave, but you can't. The people behind you in the queue are so far up your jacksie, you can't move.

And there's hundreds of them. And they all stare at you like trying to get past them is the rudest thing anyone could ever attempt to do.

"If you don't let me out, you won't be able to get served!" I want to scream.

Instead I apologise and smile at everyone. And then moan about it afterwards.