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A typical trip to a supermarket in France. You get to the entrance just behind a French couple and find them blocking the way, in conversation with some friends. Them, ignoring your 'scuse moi', you manage to squeeze past and start shopping. About half way through your shop, you find them in front of you again and at exactly the shelves you need to get to, talking to an other couple and won't move. Ok you miss that for later. Further on 'dammit, they are there again', blocking the whole isle chatting to others. One again you have to re-route but go back to get the stuff you missed, but thankfully you are not now behind them. All ok now and you complete your shopping and head for the checkouts. As usual out of 12 there are only 3 open so go for the shortest queue. Unfortunately, every one of the 6 in front of you, which includes Mr & Mrs 'Chicane', knows Nicole, and chats at length to her. 30 minutes later you get to the till, and packing a months supplies your self, you eventually get through - sigh of relief. Until you find getting out of the carpark, you are behind the Chicanes' 1985 Renault crawling along at snails pace. Eventually, you get to the exit and then the Renault shoots off like a scalded cat, probably to tailgate some innocent driver on their way!!
JJ.
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