A guy in front of me: what do you mean I can't send black pudding to my friend on the other side of the country? I promised him I would send it. It doesn't matter it's bank holiday weekend, who cares that blood based perishable product would be in transit for a week and stink to high heaven, I promised!
That went on for at least 20 minutes. I had queued for a few hours and lost my will to live