The only thing worse than rampaging groups of Italian teenagers? Hordes of the peppy American variety.
It is always difficult to accomplish anything in the crowded city centre, more so during tourist season, and I am intrinsically unable to countenance any additional barriers while trying to purchase milk.
When the charity bullies jump in front of me and say “can I ask you a question?” my anger reaches incandescent range. But I just say “no” (they are flummoxed) and walk on.