Rule of thumb
I will always, always, always pick the queue that houses the granny with a fistful of coppers. And poor eyesight. And the Reduced to Clear malt bread with the yellow sticker that will not scan.
Thank you all over the last few days for your comments, and stars, and hearts, and frilly underwear thrown in my undeserving face.
I am a grumpy old bear with very little time for online social interactions.
No, really. Thank you.