The hate that passeth all understanding...
Posted: January 24th, 2024, 9:29 am
Unfortunately...
(Probably now my favourite word, indeed my favourite word of the decade. The century?)
...come the new year, my local Aldi has seemingly rejigged it's product line. This meant that early today I - wait for it! - went shopping in my local branch of Sainsbury's!
Yes, I know I shouldn't, but what can you do?
Early in the morning it wasn't crowded, I kept my shopping list minimally short, I was soon at the tills. A customer, wanting to be served. (God: In Sainsbury's?). Should be easy enough, only one till open of course, but only a couple of shoppers with very little shopping. I move in for the kill! Natch, I'm beaten to it by a Sainsbury's staff member. Much more important issues are at stake: such as how to put your SIM in a new phone? How to work your new phone? Whatever. Nothing to do with me, I'm only a customer, remember? Want to be served around here: "Shudda gone to Specsavers"?
I make a decision (big mistake) I make a break for... the machines! (God: In Sainsbury's?) Yes I know but this is the act of a desperate man. It is early, very few are in use - this could work (God: In Sainsbury's?). But I only use the ones on the end (another day...). I end up with the machine I used last time I was here. It seems to work (like it did last time...) until it doesn't (like it did last time...). At this point my nerve fails. I raise my hands to my ears and stagger off in a random direction clutching my head: You know that painting by Munch, "The Scream"? Fortunately the scream is silent, so no need for the police to be called.
A Sainsbury's worker asks me "Are you alright?". "No" I reply, "I'm shopping in Sainsbury's" - short and to the point. She finishes dealing with the rest of my shopping. Of course, for her the machine mysteriously works (like it did last time). I hastily pay and practically run from the shop.
All in all, a pretty average shopping experience in my local Sainsbury's - I'd say.
(Probably now my favourite word, indeed my favourite word of the decade. The century?)
...come the new year, my local Aldi has seemingly rejigged it's product line. This meant that early today I - wait for it! - went shopping in my local branch of Sainsbury's!
Yes, I know I shouldn't, but what can you do?
Early in the morning it wasn't crowded, I kept my shopping list minimally short, I was soon at the tills. A customer, wanting to be served. (God: In Sainsbury's?). Should be easy enough, only one till open of course, but only a couple of shoppers with very little shopping. I move in for the kill! Natch, I'm beaten to it by a Sainsbury's staff member. Much more important issues are at stake: such as how to put your SIM in a new phone? How to work your new phone? Whatever. Nothing to do with me, I'm only a customer, remember? Want to be served around here: "Shudda gone to Specsavers"?
I make a decision (big mistake) I make a break for... the machines! (God: In Sainsbury's?) Yes I know but this is the act of a desperate man. It is early, very few are in use - this could work (God: In Sainsbury's?). But I only use the ones on the end (another day...). I end up with the machine I used last time I was here. It seems to work (like it did last time...) until it doesn't (like it did last time...). At this point my nerve fails. I raise my hands to my ears and stagger off in a random direction clutching my head: You know that painting by Munch, "The Scream"? Fortunately the scream is silent, so no need for the police to be called.
A Sainsbury's worker asks me "Are you alright?". "No" I reply, "I'm shopping in Sainsbury's" - short and to the point. She finishes dealing with the rest of my shopping. Of course, for her the machine mysteriously works (like it did last time). I hastily pay and practically run from the shop.
All in all, a pretty average shopping experience in my local Sainsbury's - I'd say.