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11:39am on Saturday, 4th July, 2015:

Unspoken Words

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Here are some things I was tempted to say at the supermarket today but didn't:

If you push your trolley across the aisle just a little further you'll be able to block it off entirely.
I was going to take that one.
Impressive birthmark!
No, it won't keep.
Your kid's tired. Ordering him to be quiet won't help him go to sleep.
If ever a terrorist or fascist organisation chooses a pentagram as its logo, you're going to regret that tattoo.
You can move away from the eggs to scan the box, you don't have to make is form a queue waiting for you to move.
You're exceptionally good-looking.
Your child just scanned something while you weren't looking.
Are you speaking ... Danish?
His name is Littlefinger, not Littletoes!
Walking between you at one side of the aisle and your child sitting in the trolley at the other side of the aisle is not illegal.
You mean you can't do anything, not you can't do nothing.
Aren't you going to pick that up, then?
Aiii! That's two accidental eye contacts I've had with that woman!
Are one-piece jumpsuits a thing for older women this year, then?
Don't I know you from somewhere?
So perish all who offend me!
I can't go left, your husband is in the way, go right!
That wristwatch is way too tight.
"About rewards"?
Whoah! Arms like chicken drumsticks!
You didn't see the arrow saying this is a one-way lane, then?

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