I had the unfortunate need to go and get a prescription this morning. There were 2 things I hadn't counted on that would hold me up: 1) its thursday (pension day) and thus there were a lot of old folk out to pick up prescriptions and b) the junkies waiting for their methodone. These 2 polarised groups of society all queuing side by side in the pharmacy, with the gobby addicts giving grief to the pharmacist, and generally being noisy and the OAPs waiting quietly and patiently for their turn and to get out of there. Top that off with this being in Oxford and the pharmacy in one of the department stores that attracts a lot of tourists, so it was packed to the gills. I think anyone that has lost any vestige of respect for other people or sense of basic manners forfeits many of the things that make them human. It doesn't mean they're not human but it detracts from their humanity in my eyes.