Ian O'Doherty: It's the small things in life that make you want to go on a killing spree
So, there I am in the queue in the Centra near where I work. I am, as usual, running late and frankly on the verge of freaking out -- after all, I only wanted to buy a bottle of water and some phone credit when a 16-year-old in a school uniform brushes blithely past me and walks up to the till.
When I point out to her that there is, you know, an actual queue and she has just skipped to the top in front of the rest of us, I'm met with a volley of what, it should be said, was quite impressive abuse.
Now, I'm not really in the habit of having public brawls with teenagers -- it's a bit like hitting a pensioner; no matter the reason, you're never going to come out of it looking well -- but I was absolutely, truly bloody livid.