Auntie, tak boleh

I was doing my usual grocery shopping at the supermarket with conrad in toll.

The boy was getting fussy and was threatening to start his nyak-ing concerto. (nyak: an unpleasant sound the nyakasaurous, conrad wong makes when he is bu shuang) It scares me, that boy. Anyway, so I was carrying a piled to the brim shopping basket, boxes of tissue and trying to navigate his stroller. Not a pretty sight. But never mind that.

While I was silently chanting my "please don't start nyaking now, just give mummy five minutes" mantra, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was the auntie queuing behind me. I was ready to give my standard reply to the "aww your baby shooooo cute...."

Auntie: "Eh, can let me go first? I only one shampoo.
Me: !@#$%^&* No, please join the express lane if you're in a hurry.

Yes, I know you're an auntie and you don't give two hoots what others might think of you. I am an auntie too. So it's ok for me to say, PEOPLE LIKE YOU (case in point above)  GIVE AUNTIES A BAD NAME. *ROAR*