pay dear, who dear, me dear?

'oh it was lovely. much nicer than the one you made. mine had grated carrots in it. but i think what really made the difference was red pepper. oh, it was lovely and crunchy. no, i don't like green peppers either. well not in salads, anyway. they're ok when they're cooked. oh, i don't know, in a stew or something.'
i overheard that in the supermarket at lunchtime (young girl behind me in the queue). can you believe that people actually spend their hard-earned money on mobile phones so they can whitter away their lunch breaks having conversations like that. progress eh? don't you love it.
and what is it with you girls (and i'm sorry it always is you girls) and shop check outs?
there you stand, unloading your baskets and painstakingly packing all your goodies in bags. and it's not until the very last item is in the bag you that you even begin to think about getting your purse out (from your overly big bag, full of goodness only knows what, so big that you can't find anything in it, especially your purse) and fumble around for your credit card (because you never pay with cash EVER. not even for a 20p apple). so much for being the better multitaskers – can you not get your card out and pack your ryvita mini bites at the same time?
i think the supermarkets should have warning signs above the tills saying 'WARNING: YOU ARE ENTERING A PAYMENT ZONE' so you can prepare for your transaction, to save holding up the rest of the queue.