15 May 2012
Every shopping trip is like this..... And this is why I hate shopping...
Imagine this scene, we've all been here.
It's Sunday. Round about 2o'clock, that awful time of the day were if your not doing anything by now, your not going to do anything today. You've missed the big game and your friends have told you the score. You crave a crisp,cold,cool beer but all of them here are stacked up on shelves and are ridiculously over priced.
You are drained, tired and you constantly keep an eye out for that seat by the shoe section, but it never comes. Every step is heavy and the weight from your 4 year old son sitting on your back doesn't help nor does your 8 year old daughter dragging you around the store whenever she see's anything pink. Or purple. Or has flowers on it.
But despite all this you can always count on your other half for redemption? I won't even go there.
An eternity later you approach the checkout; a golden Oasis in this tortures desert. But it's never that easy.
Lines And lines And lines of people of all shape and sizes await you: You get the fat ones, with an overloaded trolley stacked with four, 3 litre bottles of diet coke (buy three get one free I presume) and those huge bags of crips with the mini ones inside that you normally get for party's; The modern one son one daughter familys with trolleys filled with sweets, treats and ready meal with the occasional Ben 10 magizine; the vegetarians with trolleys filled with... Veg; the weird ones (no not the vegetarians) who always seem to choose the trolley with the wonky wheels. They probably feel sorry for it.
So like a good wife, my other half decides to take the line choosing dutys and points with an outstretched hand towards a line. Im fine with it but my kids ate not satisfied.
They want to use the self checkout. What a stupid, stupid, stupid decision that will turn out to be...
Shopping • Opuss № I