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... people don't finish the heading.
I hear ya. Worst one for me is when you're in a queue and everyone in front of you has little or nothing to do and when the guy/gal in front of you gets to the counter (after standing in the queue with their hands in their pockets) pulls out a shit load of coin bags.
And yes, one of those bags doesn't weigh properly, so out come the coins and we start counting, one, two, three...
That's when the 'where's my gun' thought springs to mind.
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