I don't understand why when some arse stops infront of you suddenly, or rams the back of your heel with a shopping trolley we always say sorry, even when it is clearly the fault of the other numpty.
Also, the local market we use has quite narrow aisles, yet the inconsiderate bastards always walk off to do their shopping, leaving baskets and trolleys at the end so you can't get through. I think I may start wheeling them to the other end of the building and have a laugh watching the ignorant fuckers trying to find their shopping.
A lot of swearing, I realise, but I'm with Miss D on this.