Ever Get The Feeling They're Just Messing With You?

So, I'm standing in Morrisons near the Magazine racks waiting on my mum who's getting lottery tickets at the opposite counter - just standing, looking for anyone I know at the checkouts as you do, when I'm suddenly aware of something tapping me on the arm, "Dear, you couldn't get that Knitting Magazine on the bottom shelf for me could you?" a small voice follows.

It's a tiny, white haired, jam-jar-glasses-dwarfing-her-face old woman, with one bag of shopping clasped in her hand and an over-sized handbag slung over her other arm- obviously I'm in her way.

Now, normally I'd offer a cheery smile and pass her the magazine with a polite "There you are!" without hesitation and I think she expected me to do so.

Except, tonight I had to apologise profusely. Why? Because I happened to be holding a 15kg bag of dog mixer food, that I could barely see over let alone juggle to locate and grab a magazine.

The old woman looked almost hurt as she tottered off (talk about guilt trip!) and selected a round, balding man coming towards her - he was struggling with what appeared to be two trolleys worth of shopping bags in his hands.

Evidently there's a reason Specsavers aren't famous for their jam jar glasses.