People who cannot walk single file when entering a store. They have to walk next to their trolley, with the wife and three kids strung alongside like some bizarre moving wall of people.
And obviously these people will also stop IN THE MIDDLE OF THE F**KING ENTRANCE so that the old hag can scratch in her handbag to check if she bought her wallet or coupons or whateverthehellitis she invariably left in the car. FFS people, is it that difficult to be prepared?
Oh and let's not forget the people who take those damn black toy scooters along with their kids. The last thing I need is for your little tietmuskiet to ram into my shin for the umpteenth time while you stand idly by and say "ag shame, kyk net hoe oulik". My blue bruised shins are far from oulik, tannie! Leave your little terrorists at home where they can be far away from me.