I hate

Are you sure you can't walk any slower than that? Sure? Maybe if you tied your ankles together? Perhaps you could just stop walking altogether and stand there in the middle of the fucking pavement to stop me getting past at a normal I-am-not-Douglas-Bader pace. And you two, yes you two holding hands; how very sweet. Get out of the fucking way you are taking up the whole of the path. Stop looking in each others eyes and look over your shoulder. There are single people wanting to come through. Stop giggling, stop smiling, stop gently stroking each others arms and get out of the way. Or at least stop and hug so I can slip by. Go on, embrace each other, make some room. And enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty soon you'll rather rub dog shit in to each others faces than cuddle.
You've left the shop.* Left* it. So why are you standing in the door? Is it such a wrench to go? Are you thinking of turning back for another few minutes of bliss? No, you're just studying your receipt with more concentration than an oncologist studies a pap smear. Fine, study it, memorise it, translate it in to bloody Norwegian for all I care just don't do it in the doorway which normal people are trying to use for its intended purpose of exiting and entering; in one go, not in fucking installments.

I agree with as much as I read. What's worse is when you in the company of people who walk slow. They seem to think they can demand others walk at their pace. Compromise does not occur to these people.