I do not like the French.

There,I said it.Call me racist. Call me what you like.Inform  the Facebook police. Call   the hound dogs on me.It is not going to make me like them any better.The French  are simply  too arrogant to even consider that they may not be bees knees to others.
Passing the bread counter in the Whole Food Market in High Street Kensington this morning I overheard a customer say to a woman in a white overcoat  - I do not like your attitude.I heard a French accent respond and  realised there  may be an argument, so rather than witnessing a possible unpleasant exchange  I quickly decided to go back for my sourdough loaf  later.And this is what I did having filled the basket with other items.The same woman  the man had an exchange with was standing with her back to me. She turned her head but said nothing.I stood patiently for good 2 minutes.She looked at me again  - I would like you to slice  me  a loaf,please, said I  and  smiled encouragingly. There is sliced bread there already, why don't you take that,she replied.  NO,I do not want that, I want this,  I replied   and pointed to my chosen loaf. Can't you do it yourself? Don't  you know how to do it?,responded  the French accent.
What did you say? I want  YOU  to do it.  It is your job. You must see I have full hands [I had  2 Zara shopping bags in my right hand,a large shopper over the left shoulder while holding  a basket], I am not putting my bags on the dirty floor, nor the basket with food.I heard a customer say to you earlier he did not like your attitude.  If you think it is beneath you to serve people, then you should not be working in a shop.
I was absolutely furious and walked away,in fact I do not recall the last time I was so angry,made angry by  a  French madam, who thinks she is too good for this world.