Standing in a queue at Ekurhuleni’s rates hall is usually a tedious affair.
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But getting stuck behind a woman with handbag issues is traumatic in the extreme.
The lady in question made her way to the cashier.
She first took off her sunglasses, then she started scratching around looking for her reading specs.
She then proceeded to scratch around for her Ekurhuleni account – which was under a pile of what appeared to be absolute junk: lipgloss, lipstick, mints, mouthwash, cigarettes, two spectacle holders, tissues, hand cream, and finally, yes – finally out comes the purse, followed by either a debit or credit card.
Shock horror, the lady could not remember her pin, so she dives back into her mobile supermarket looking for her “hidden” pin code.
Meanwhile the queue kept getting longer and longer, as four letter expletives were muttered by the now irritated individuals in the queue.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity, her ladyship finally concluded her business.
“Sorry” she muttered as she made her way to her next victim: no doubt the bank.
