John Wilkes Booth

I have a problem with slow, mindless shoppers. I hate going to the store here (I live in the south) because the aisles are always blocked by oblivious fat people waddling around like penguins. I could deal with the slowness if they were even the least bit aware of their surroundings, but no. They just drift aimlessly in your way, leaning on their shopping carts.

The other day I ran into the store to get a single item. I was obstructed by this massive woman who wandered right in my way and started trying to pick out what kind of chips she wanted. She was practically facing me, and I was staring right at her hoping she would acknowledge me and decide that maybe she didn't need to occupy the entire aisle to make her decision. No luck. She might as well have been in a trance.