The couple standing behind me.
You, the ones clearing your throats loudly and with Russian accents.
You, who just had me take down every pair of boots on the top shelf of overstock, perched precariously on the top of a two-story ladder, while you tried them on and clucked your tongue.
You, who didn't want any of them.
You, who can certainly tell that I'm trying to organise clearance so that when we close, in three minutes, I can go home.
STOP CLEARING YOUR THROAT. If you want something, say something. "Excuse me," or "hi," or even a polite "hey" would suffice. But stop clearing your throat.
Until then, I have been rendered magically deaf. :P