At least 10 minutes.
That's the approximate amount of time I waited behind "Mary" (Swear that's her real name) and her poor pussy whipped husband in the yogurt aisle. And they were planted there waaaay before I got there.
Poor PW'ed husband: "But Mary, they're all mixed up, I don't know where the sale yogurts are!"
All I wanted was to get in and get out with some yogurt. I don't ask for much.
Am I complaining? Over something as trivial as this? You bet your ass. I snapped them with my iPhone....stealth paparazzi. I love it.