Another Letter:

{WARNING: there will be profanity. A lot of profanity}

Dear Customers of The Store;
     Today is 11.11.14.
     You may not be aware of this - though, frankly; HOW? - but every year, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the the majority of Britain grinds to a halt and stands in silence for two minutes.
     The reason we do this is to pay our respect as a country to the hundreds, thousands, hundreds upon thousands of men (most of them between 18 and 23) that lost their lives in two world wars. More than that, it is to pay respect to everybody that played a part in either of the wars at all, however small. And it is to pay respect also to those men and women that are in the armed forces currently; risking - and in still too many cases, losing - their lives for the sake of a greater good.
     That is what the gap between 11:00 and 11:02 on the 11th of November stands for, for us as a nation. Respect for the dead. OUR dead.

You, today, at 11:00 on the 11th of November, happened to be in The Store shopping for various building supplies.
     Let me repeat that. BUILDING SUPPLIES. Not emergency medical supplies. Not food to feed a person about to pass from starvation or a diabetic on the verge of a coma. Building supplies. Bricks, planks of wood, quick dry cement...those are the things The Store sells. Not life or death necessities but useful, indeed even often very much needed items, to assist with the building things or the mending things already built that are broken. That is what a DIY stores' function is.

So! Now that the above has been clarified; to those of you that ignored the three announcements made over the loud speaker and then ignored all of the people that stopped whatever they were doing bang on 11:00 and stood or sat to attention, deciding instead that not only would you carry on shopping but that you would actually have the gall whilst doing so to become angry with the nearby members of Store staff for not jumping to it like good little retail slaves and starting an in depth conversation about dry walling (or whatever it was) and worse, make snotty comments towards the poor girl manning the self-service tills that was forced to ring up your purchases without speaking, I have a message for you:

FUCK YOU.

Seriously. Fuck you and your selfish, disgusting display of ignorant arrogance. OK, you didn't wish to observe the two minutes' silence; that's your choice. I disagree with it entirely, but it is your choice to make and I respect that. Really, I do. We live in a free(-ish) country after all (thanks in part, by the way, to those same fallen soldiers that everybody else was so busy remembering) and making such a choice, while unpleasant, is indeed your right.
     But what you do DO NOT have the right to do is to try to force others to abandon the path they have chosen simply to save yourself a wait. Really, you don't.
     It isn't even that long a wait! It is two minutes! Your shopping/question/life-or-death errand/what-the-heck-ever-else was delayed today by only two fucking minutes! Was it that big an inconvenience to you?? Was it truly that big a deal?? Grow the fuck up!

Listen, it's quite simple; if you simply HAVE to save yourself those ever-so-essential 120 seconds and drag your ignorant, disrespectful self through the self-service tills of a DIY store, then I can't stop you. But please, for the love of God, if you feel you must do it then kindly do it QUIETLY.

As I said; I can't stop you doing whatever the heck you want during those two minutes.
     But I can hate you for it. And judge you. And you can bet your sorry excuse for an arse that that's exactly what I did.
     And so did everybody else.

Yours, utterly appalled,
Alice.