On my way back from working in Huddersfield I often call into Ikea to get lunch and some frames. I am usually in a hurry and know where I want to get to: the rest of the customers are not and do not. So I try to patiently navigate around the slow moving browsers. Today an old couple were managing to take up the 5 metre wide aisle with ease. So rather than rudely say "excuse me" and make them move aside, I wait behind them until there is a gap to get through. After several hours [OK, 20 seconds] the old man moves in a bit, and I squeeze through. Mission accomplished I thought. "People seem to have forgotten how to say excuse me around here" gripes his wife. Can't win.
The photo is another from the party
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