A)A five year old boy continually squeaking a plastic chicken, unchecked by it's mother.
B) A fifteen year old lad picking his nose around the shop, then handing me a fiver with the same hand.
C) A thirty plus year old woman complaining about ME at the top of her voice on the phone to her sister, with a shop full of kids that she 'can't f***ing pay (me) via app because there's no f***ing Wi-Fi reception in this f***ing shop'.
D) A fifty year old guy putting his half-eaten Chinese takeaway (lid open) on the counter, then mooches around to contemplate the merits of Lucozade over Monster drink.
E) A toddler dropping (and it's parents leaving) a full tub of pick 'n' mix all over the floor.
F) 'Harmonica Girl'(aged 13) who just breathed in and out through her harmonica, while her mother brought a gang of siblings to the counter to work out individually how much each child had via a list. 'Harmonica Girl' wanted a shiny pebble. She brought it to the till and I went through the rigmarole of finding the correct barcode, only for her to say she didn't want it, she just wanted to add up the numbers of the barcode. While still breathing the harmonica in and out, the shop queue building up behind her.
This all happened within 3/4s of an hour. I shit you not 'Harmonica Girl' was the final straw. Unexpectedly and inadvertently, I blurted out'Jesus Christ! Her mother blithely said that her daughter had Asperger's and had to count things. I have spent 4 years in Special Needs support and have an AS son myself, so I felt a bit bad and said I understood (yet still - for crying out loud).
Today, the wasp invasion was back and one dropped down the back of my neck. Cue me zipping into the storeroom, stripping off my shirt to get the bloody thing out.
I am so done with the summer. The end of the season can't come quick enough.