A couple of weeks ago we went to the local supermarket. No queues, perfectly well-stocked store but another pointless idiotic rule - only 5 trollies in the supermarket at any time and one basket each only. So it was for easter weekend, we had no trolley and we were shopping for two adults, two adult-sized kids and a medium-sized hippo-in-law. I had a basket and one of those reusable canvas-type bags. Wifey had the same plus her emergency bag that she always carried and that was on her shoulder. We filled up the bags and baskets and dragged everything around the shop floor, paid and dragged it all to the car. Not happy. We loaded the car and wifey suddenly started squealing and panicking. What's up, said I? She hadn't paid for anything in her emergency bag. It stayed on her shoulder all through the checkout rigmarole. About £15 quids worth. She said shall we go and pay for it? I said they can naff off. If they'd provided a trolley for the produce we were carrying and buying, it wouldn't have happened.
But we sat in the car, talking about it and I started to giggle - the guy in the bay opposite had managed to get a trolley which was now cram-packed with easter goodies and was struggling to get everything in his rucksack and the saddlebag on his Vespa. Didn't seem possible. I thought of offering to take his shopping and I'd follow him but you know... who can you trust these days?
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