Of whingeing miserable sods.
Today for example, a complaint that a woman had just had her hair ruined because we don't have any parking which is under cover.
Now I could understand it if we were the Ritz or the Hilton, but we're a bloody Sainsbury's for God's sake.
Are we becoming a compensation culture?
I ask because this woman was actually after some form of kickback because she had to walk in the rain to the door of the store. She genuinely expected to get something, she nearly bloody did too, but the ludicrously liberal laws of this country don't allow mercy killings of obnoxious old bags with a blunt umbrella.
Just to make her day, I waited until she had calmed down to politely inform her that though I understood that she had parked in a disabled bay to be closer to the door and avoid catastrophic hair damage, she would have to move her car or I would have it clamped as she was clearly in no way physically impared.
(Though mentally I suspect she was not only a sandwich but also two sticks of celery, half quiche, one scotch egg and three bottles of ginger beer short of the proverbial picnic)
Ever seen a self-important, aggressive, volvo driving, stuck up old cow explode in anger and embarassment at the realisation of how futile and impotent their stropy little tantrums are? Its worth the ten minutes of self righteous rant you get before hand.... leaves you feeling all warm inside....