My favourite people - 1

You will run into them at any self-respecting queue. And if you are as lucky as I am, they are usually right in front of you. So you have waited for the better part of the day watching the queue inch along like your bank balance. You are almost there, just the bloke in front of you to conquer now. And there he goes, rummaging in his pockets for change, dropping an assortment of rubbish and then picking them up, then mining for change or his ID card or whatever. Minutes seem like hours and you can't find that chainsaw when you need it the most. I love these queue poopers. And it's worse if it is a queue pooping blokess, they have bigger bags with bigger rubbish.

Passwords and PINs

I am a professional password forgetter. I also have tendency to blank out in front of cash machines. What was that damn PIN number anyway? It's technology's greatest revenge on man, the password and PIN curse. To be fair to people like me, how many of these damn things can a man or woman remember really. I once thought I would be really smart and had one common password to all ills but kind of ended up being locked out of life. Maybe, all computers, cash machines should have retina readers. Yeah, that would be nice. One eye opens all.