I work at a VERY busy grocery store.  As a shitlady employee I need to fucking GET places and I don't have goddamn time to troddle along behind some ham and their beetus supply cart.  It becomes almost a game for me to be able to walk quickly and in the most efficient manner possible.  I can see the hams rotate their neck fat when I'm whizzing by them, as if they've never entertained the notion that others can move faster than the languid hippo-pace they're setting.