No more shall you ....
... No more shall you block the aisle talking to that woman from No46 and then tut when someone says 'excuse me'.
... No more shall you suddenly stop and do a U turn, hacking innocent shins, just because you forgot the branston.
... No more shall you fart in the biscuit aisle.
... And no more shall you put all your items along the conveyor, then react with fumbling shock when the cashier asks for money, holding up the weary queue behind you.
... because i have you in my sights.