Ah, I remember the “hood ol’ days” when I had to keep up with the pace of whichever parent was holding my hand. Inevitably, I’d lose my footing and wind up just sliding along the floor until they noticed, yanked me up into the air so I’d land and be back on my feet again, and the cycle would repeat itself.
Out of all the jokey customer classifications, this one, at least, is sorta innocuous. Even if they’re slow and blocking your path due to a lack of self-awareness, it at least isn’t generally malicious and can be worked around after a fashion.
Ah, I remember the “hood ol’ days” when I had to keep up with the pace of whichever parent was holding my hand. Inevitably, I’d lose my footing and wind up just sliding along the floor until they noticed, yanked me up into the air so I’d land and be back on my feet again, and the cycle would repeat itself.
I hate being stuck behind slow walkers.
When I walk ahead of the slow-walkers, some of them tend to look pissed off at me for being able to walk ahead of them.
The older couple is cute holding hands.
Out of all the jokey customer classifications, this one, at least, is sorta innocuous. Even if they’re slow and blocking your path due to a lack of self-awareness, it at least isn’t generally malicious and can be worked around after a fashion.