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Ah, Shopping

The joys of food shopping. It has to be done. Otherwise, I’ll starve to death.

Okay, I could do my shopping online and get it delivered, but I really don’t fancy that at all. I want to choose my own bananas. I’m very particular about my bananas. I need them in various states of ripeness so I get a nice-to-eat banana every day for my lunch at work.

If a product is out of stock, I want to make the decision whether or not to “substitute it for a similar product”.

I don’t want to hang around at home as it gets later and later wondering if my food is going to arrive, getting more and more stressed (it doesn’t take much to get me stressed).

This all means that I need to go shopping.

With a few exceptions, I choose the shop and the timing with care. I choose half past nine in the evening – the roads are quiet and the shop is quiet.

I choose a supermarket which is neither too small (little choice) or too big (can’t find anything).

These choices reduce my stress level. Average time for my weekly shop – less than 15 minutes in and out.

So what does annoy me the most about shopping?

  • The “What, pay?” crowd – these are the people who pack all their shopping away and then look surprised when the cashier says “That’ll be 21 pounds 30, please.” After rooting around for what seems a lifetime they finally find a card and shove it in the slot. This is a financial transaction, people. Please be prepared to pay.
  • The “pay by cash” crowd – not the people who pay using actual money, but the people who extract all manner of small change from their wallet/purse/pockets, count it and start piling it up neatly on the counter. The cashier then has to count it again. To be honest, I feel a little guilty hating this, they’re just being careful/sensible, but Boy! it takes a while!
  • Products which magically move shelves overnight – I hear this is done to (a) make people look around so they see other products to spend their hard-earned on, and (b) deter shoplifters who tend to know exactly where the product is they wish to steal and don’t want to spend time searching in case security get suspicious. I understand the reasons, but I need to be in and out in 15 minutes! I don’t have time to spend on a hunt for my favourite snacks.
  • The “conveyor gap” crowd – these individuals start stacking their shopping at the far end of the conveyor belt, leaving a huge gap in the middle so that people behind them can’t start to unpack. Are they afraid their shopping’s going to get mixed up with he person’s in front? That’s what those plastic separators are for.
  • The “roughly 10 items or less” crowd – when I’m in the “10 items or less” queue, it means I just popped in for a couple of things and I could even be in a hurry! I can’t help counting the items in the baskets of people ahead of me. And man, do I get (quietly and internally) mad when I spot more than 10. Bastards.

Ah, shopping.

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  1. goldfish
    June 26, 2012 at 5:35 pm

    I hate grocery shopping. I do it on my lunch hour just to be done with it.


    • June 30, 2012 at 3:40 am

      A surgical strike, that’s the key. Get in, get out, done.


  2. August 14, 2012 at 8:23 am

    Agree with the sentiments! On top of all the other stresses that supermarkets have to offer, here in deepest darkest Wales, we have another stress inducing dilemma – plastic bags. In their infinite wisdom, the Welsh Assembly decided to ban free plastic carrier bags “to help the environment”. Now, we have to remember to bring special re-useable bags – great idea if you do remember them in the first place, but not good if you forget to bring them. If you do forget, they can provide bags for 5p per bag. Makes spontaneous shopping difficult! Then you have the dilemma of going clothes shopping – I quite like have a nice shiny Next bag or whatever if I shop for clothes (rare event ‘cos I’m a man!), but have to pay 5p for the privilage, or can use a scuffy old bag – not quite the same! Now we stockpile on free bags when we cross the border to England…


    • August 14, 2012 at 5:58 pm

      Aha! Now I know what’s causing the plastic bag shortage – they’ve all gone to Wales! Bag smuggling, hmm?


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