Shopping rant

I find being in shops difficult. It makes me kinda stressed and a bit angry.   People walking hither and yon, just wandering around with no purpose - not going to directly to what they want, just ping pong style all over the place. Total chaos.  Or standing in the middle of aisles for no reason - just blocking others and not giving a hoot.   And bumping into people because they are wandering around like lost dozy sheep, invading personal space.   And cutting in front of people who are clearly standing looking at an item on a shelf - just jumping right in there.   Or passing between you and the thing you're looking at on the shelf and then stopping right in your line of vision!! So rude!!  Or stopping to chat to a friend, and between the two of them they entirely block the flow of people - but being totally oblivious or apathetic. 

I could go on, but hopefully you get the idea.  It just occurred to me recently that this might be a ASD thing. Anyone else share these frustrations? 

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  • I actually left a shop not too long ago where I was next to pay. The person at the pay point started by returning something they'd bought online, then giving 3 email addresses before deciding on one for the receipt to go to. Then dug around in their purse to pay for something, then said that receipt needs to go to a different email. By this point I was already steaming.

    Then they say to the cashier "actually, I tried on a pair of trousers and left it in the dressing room, but I want it now". And the cashier starts asking for a description to go get it for them.

    That's when I threw down all the stuff in my hands and screamed "Jesus Christ!" and left.

    Not my finest moment, but yeah, I get you.

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  • I actually left a shop not too long ago where I was next to pay. The person at the pay point started by returning something they'd bought online, then giving 3 email addresses before deciding on one for the receipt to go to. Then dug around in their purse to pay for something, then said that receipt needs to go to a different email. By this point I was already steaming.

    Then they say to the cashier "actually, I tried on a pair of trousers and left it in the dressing room, but I want it now". And the cashier starts asking for a description to go get it for them.

    That's when I threw down all the stuff in my hands and screamed "Jesus Christ!" and left.

    Not my finest moment, but yeah, I get you.

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