Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Small Mercies
I don't mind supermarket shopping.
Get in, find what I want and get out. Man shopping if you will. My wife is a different story. D will go in and it's like another world for her, all these things to be looked at, checked out and thoroughly examined.
We don't shop well together.
There is one incident that has passed into family lore when we had been shopping at Prahran Market. We had essentially finished our shopping and were walking to the car, which was in a timed parking spot and said time was about to expire. A new Aldi supermarket had opened up next to the market, one of those cut price jobs where they don't even bother to unpack items from the box, just slash and display, with very limited choices.
As we walked past D said we needed lemonade and she would duck in and grab a bottle. I pointed out our parking time was about to expire in 5 minutes, but she assured me she would be quick.
Half an hour later D made her way back to the car. I asked what she had been doing, fortunately we hadn't been booked, she replied that she needed to have a good look. To add insult to injury she had no lemonade!
There are two things I'm crap at in a supermarket, finding a trolley that wants to go straight and getting in the right checkout line. I always seem to get in the line just as they announce a price check, which of course there is no-one at the service desk to take, or another time I was in a 12 items or less queue when the checkout chick refused to serve the women in front of me because she had a few more items than 12. Normally I would cheer for the checkout chick for drawing her line in the sand, but sadly for me the situation created a stalemate that stopped the line dead.
Why is it that trolleys don't go straight? Why do they so often have a gammy wheel?
I don't know, but on the weekend I finally lucked out. There was along line of trolleys and right at the start was one trolley which was not chain latched to the others. Normally this would raise my suspicions, not needing a coin to unlatch it, but I grabbed it anyway. I pushed and it went straight, no sticking wheels, it was like a dream to manouver. It even felt like it had springs. It was like a Porsche amongst Korean cars. I wanted to shop forever with my beautiful trolley. Even the checkout line I found had only one other person in it. Then came the price check.
One out of two is not so bad.
Get in, find what I want and get out. Man shopping if you will. My wife is a different story. D will go in and it's like another world for her, all these things to be looked at, checked out and thoroughly examined.
We don't shop well together.
There is one incident that has passed into family lore when we had been shopping at Prahran Market. We had essentially finished our shopping and were walking to the car, which was in a timed parking spot and said time was about to expire. A new Aldi supermarket had opened up next to the market, one of those cut price jobs where they don't even bother to unpack items from the box, just slash and display, with very limited choices.
As we walked past D said we needed lemonade and she would duck in and grab a bottle. I pointed out our parking time was about to expire in 5 minutes, but she assured me she would be quick.
Half an hour later D made her way back to the car. I asked what she had been doing, fortunately we hadn't been booked, she replied that she needed to have a good look. To add insult to injury she had no lemonade!
There are two things I'm crap at in a supermarket, finding a trolley that wants to go straight and getting in the right checkout line. I always seem to get in the line just as they announce a price check, which of course there is no-one at the service desk to take, or another time I was in a 12 items or less queue when the checkout chick refused to serve the women in front of me because she had a few more items than 12. Normally I would cheer for the checkout chick for drawing her line in the sand, but sadly for me the situation created a stalemate that stopped the line dead.
Why is it that trolleys don't go straight? Why do they so often have a gammy wheel?
I don't know, but on the weekend I finally lucked out. There was along line of trolleys and right at the start was one trolley which was not chain latched to the others. Normally this would raise my suspicions, not needing a coin to unlatch it, but I grabbed it anyway. I pushed and it went straight, no sticking wheels, it was like a dream to manouver. It even felt like it had springs. It was like a Porsche amongst Korean cars. I wanted to shop forever with my beautiful trolley. Even the checkout line I found had only one other person in it. Then came the price check.
One out of two is not so bad.
3 Comments:
Oh man, this had me laughing so hard. I am just like D when it comes to supermarket shopping.
And it sounds like you and Rob have the same kind of supermarket karma! When we go shopping together, I ask him "Which line", and then go to the opposite line to which he pointed to.
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Hi Angela, some kind of crap Karma. I so hate it when people in other lines get through first. If banks can have queuing systems why can't supermarkets? I reckon they spy on me with their security camera and have a good old laugh as tankedup picks the wrong line again.
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