Yes, in the photograph is the entrance to that place of little shopping horrors, also known as a supermarket. Note the instruments of chaos neatly rowed in front of the entrance. You might call them trolleys, or, if you prefer, shopping carts. I call them instruments of terror designed to have wheels that don't work properly and cause pandemonium within the store. They are, apparently, supposed to be used to place groceries and screaming kids in. 'Responsible' adults have been known to allow their children to cling on backwards to the front of these trolleys of folly. Gee, why is there a little kid yelling hysterically under the display of now broken jars of peanut butter? Hell, he looks like he's covered in sh**!
Based on other trips to the shop I take a deep breath and head inside. All I really want is carton of milk and a jar of coffee. And where is the milk located? At the front of store because some folks just want to dash in and buy only milk? No, of course not, it's way at the back. Hmmm..now I wonder why that is? Could it be the store owners want you to go in with your intent of only buying milk and end up buying six cases of beer, tortilla chips and a 52 inch, high definition, colour T.V.? Nah.....
So, ever so bravely, I head down the aisle that will lead me to the milk. This must be done with great skill as I must avoid the 'old rage pensioners' who are standing guard over the reduced price section. Do not, I repeat, do not even attempt to take an item from the reduced item section. The old rage pensioners will beat you up with their walking sticks and their heavy duty handbags.
I successfully manage to obtain the milk. Now it is time to go and get the jar of coffee. The coffee I want to purchase is on special. It is difficult to locate, but finally, after a few minutes of searching, I find the promoted brand. I overhear a lady talking to her child. 'I wonder where that coffee on special is?' she states. Being, I like to think, of helpful nature, I speak to the lady. 'Is the brand you are looking for? The 'Kenco Rapport'?' Did she thank me for trying to be helpful? Did she heck. The lady looked at me with utter disgust and responded ever so abruptly with, "No!" I thought to myself, 'Well I hope you spend the rest of your pathetic life looking for that jar of coffee, you miserable bitch!' I walked off to the cashier's check-out with the carton of milk and the prized jar of coffee.
When I get to the check-out I usually have a good laugh with the cashier. Quite a different situation than the madness of the frantic shoppers who think it is okay to bump into me without even the semblance of an apology. Maybe, the difference is that the cashier is stuck there and has to put up with my quirky conversations. I would really like to know what happens to folks when they enter a shop. Does today's fast-paced, hectic world turn some into rude and inconsiderate individuals with no thought for anyone but themselves? Well, that was another day of the little shopping horrors that I've experienced too many times. I head home and suddenly realise that I'm out of bread. Oh shit! .