I’m always a little bit congested. So I can pull up a very loud, very ‘wet’ sounding cough.
That clears the aisle, let me you.
I’m always a little bit congested. So I can pull up a very loud, very ‘wet’ sounding cough.
That clears the aisle, let me you.
I’ve seen the silent push/bump/twist method lead to arguments, and the barking “Excuse me!” like it was a commandment lead to out-and-out fist-fighting (because drunk people are so cool :rolleyes: ), but I can honestly say in all my life a polite, “excuse me”, “excuse me, please”, or “excuse me, chief”, possibly accompanied by a gentle tap on the should, has never let me down, and only very rarely have I had to repeat myself.
Common courtesy works, people.
I don’t think it’s just your laughter that’s unhinged
You seriously need to get a life and quit stalking me. You’re one vacation. Go outside or something.
I think your approach is excellent, with a Taser as a back up tool.
The world lost something when Andre the Giant passed away. I’ve wanted to take him to Wal-Mart many times so he can yell “EVERYBODY MOVE!” when I need to get past the drooling masses.
James Earl Jones bellowing “MAKE A HOLE! MAKE IT WIDE!” (from Gardens of Stone) would make a good substitute.
I wish I could take you with me the next time I need to visit a hospital. Hospitals are the worst places for people to be oblivious/rude when boarding an elevator. There should be a special place in hell reserved especially for such morons.
I get obnoxiously polite and verbose when some oblivious idiot is blocking the aisle:
“WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME PLEASE? I’D LIKE TO GET THROUGH.”
or
“EXCUSE ME PLEASE, BUT WOULD YOU MIND MOVING YOUR CART? I’D LIKE TO GET TO THE OTHER END OF THE AISLE.”
Not shouting, just very clearly enunciated.
Of course, if I’m not really in a hurry and they’re blocking the aisle with their cart, I’ll stop and help them with their shopping. “Ooh, I see you’re choosing among the many wonderful shapes and flavors of macaroni and cheese! My favorite! Here’s my suggestion…!”
Creeps 'em out, and they quickly move their cart to let me go.
Ok, this time, I’ll be the kettle, and you can be the pot. But thanks, I’ve been outside all day. It’s called taking a break
Or start picking stuff out of their cart - that’ll get their attention.
In defense of the sneaker-arounders, I have a very quiet voice - I’ll try to get around instead of saying “Excuse me” because my “Excuse me’s” are never heard (and if you are a quiet-voiced person, you get real damned tired of repeating everything you say).
Now that’s the sorta air freshener I’ve been looking for since Adam was a lad
Yeah, this is the part I don’t get. Every once in a while I’ll zone out and not pay attention and there’s some display blocking the other half of the aisle opposite me sos that someone can’t get by* but when you have kids, a cart, the kids have kiddy carts and you’re all about 3 feet wide and walking abreast, how can you not realize you’re blocking the aisle?
*And why the hell do stores have to block the aisles even more by putting up these stupid displays so that only one cart can get past at a time anyway? One shopping trip I ended up hitting so many of these things trying to get past them I was tempted to just knock them all over and stomp on them.
From working as a stagehand, I’ve gotten “Watch yer back!” down pat. People jump out of the way, and then look annoyed to discover that someone isn’t behind them pushing a pallet full of hand-grenades, or a handtruck of anvils. It’s just me and my scowl, instead.
Just yell “OH, FUCK! EXPLOSIVE DIAHORRHEA!”, put your head down, grab your arse with both hands and run past bent double and weaving erratically in a lurching stumble. The crowds just melt away.
Never done that, but I will admit to having discretely placed items in carts blocking my way.
I hate when I actually do say “excuse me” to some fucktard who’s barreling through me without even bothering to notice that I’m there, only to get a nastily phrased “Excuse you!” because she didn’t hear me pardon myself for daring to be in her path.
Yeah, there’s the polite “excuse me” and then there’s the “excuse me” done in inflections related to those of a “well, bless you li’l heart, dahlin’!”