 Sometimes I get a fizzy feeling, like after you blow up a balloon and you feel you're out of oxygen. Then I go to the counter and I stand there waiting to be served, but no one sees me or acknowledges me. Someone else will come up to the counter and they'll serve them straight away. It's not until I get angry, that's a key there, because it changes your frequency. It's not until I get angry and blurt out that I was next that they look at me in total surprise and then serve me.