CV and mad panic behaviour

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I brought my first pack of TP yesterday in 30 years at the Woolies in Portland. I couldn't go past them and felt like a dick at the checkout. There was a well dressed seemingly intelligent middle aged woman in front with one of the feircest expressions I've ever seen. All because she wanted an extra pack. She gave the poor checkout girl heaps and held up the queue and my pack for ages. I think she must've been holding one in by the look of her. The friendly IGA from now on for me.