This wank gives me flashbacks to last Saturday, when some woman was letting her 6 or 7-year-olds play a screechy game of tag in the wine aisle at the liquor store.

When they started dodging and weaving around the open display cases, my inner monolouge began to sound distressingly cf_hardcore.

However: Not really my problem in that situation. I was leaving soon so the annoyance was slim. Plus, I figure that if anyone has the right to make a comment, it's the people who work there. It was their inventory at risk of being smashed, not mine.