One of those days in England

What is it about shopping on Saturdays? You get people who must have bribed their way into getting a driving licence hurtling about on their one journey of the week to take their 1.73 children and pet hyaena (well I've never seen a dog like that before) all the way to the out of town shopping centre so that they can drag the unwilling brats around the shops snot dribbling on every available surface, whilst the animal is locked in the car giving a fairly passable impression of an air-raid siren any time someone walks within about 500 yards of it.
They then get in your way whilst the children tear up and down the aisles of the supermarket using a frozen pizza as a substitute frizbee or try to lock each other in the freezer cabinets. Time I feel that the shops responded - instead of having shoot to kill security guards (Tesco Leytonstone 2004 - robbers shot with their own gun by have-a-go hero rentacop) at the checkout they should be put on a child patrol and lock the little beasts into a maximum security creche where they should be strapped down and made to listen to Enid Blighton stories until their ears bleed. As for the parents - they should have to pay a good behaviour bond before being allowed into the store so that they can pay for the damage their offspring cause. And don't even start me on the brainless scum that inhabit the DIY stores clogging the store completely whilst they decide which of the Linda Barker Total Shite Range to buy to render their living room totally unliveable.