yes but Aldi's Indian Pale Ale is worth hunting down
Five Cardinal Supermarket Sins revealed
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Boots are sometimes worse. (Yes, I know, they're not a supermarket). Mrs. R. once saw a 'saturday' girl on the checkout ring a bell to get a supervisor's attention; then, holding up the product, yelled "I need a price for these suppositories - how much are anusol suppositories?"
Ah, so you were the one laughing. Thought so. Anyway, they didn't work - for all the good they did I might as well have shoved them up my arse.
That voice on the self-service till saying 'Unexpected item in bagging area' when you try to buy a pack of condoms.
Oh, just me then...
Primus521: hey dude the funniest thing happened to me today
Primus521: im at walmart and this chick is buying a box of tampons and they are missing the upc and wont ring up
Primus521: so the cashier tells his buddy to get a price check on tampax
Primus521: the dude looks at him and says, “the kind u push in, or the kind you hammer in?”
Primus521: turns out he misheard him
Primus521: he thought he said thumbtacs
Primus521: you should have seen the look on the chicks face
Primus521: til the day i die
Primus521: i will never forget it
'be reasonable' - ref Boots Saturday girl, I was that customer, and at least I hadn't asked for the (Halfords-Style) "Ask and we'll fit it for you".
Don't get it. My housekeeper does the grocery shopping.
One of these days I will actually put a genuinely unexpected item in the bagging area, just to prove a point
Me: The damn till is saying unexpected item in bagging area.
ASDA: Is this your trombone, sir? It might be confusing the system.
Me: Oh yes. I see
Sainsburys today ; 'Buying a Red Nose will help the poor children of Africa...and other countries. At least 70p of every pound goes towards charity.Thank you.Where the **** is Chantelle I'm due for a fag break...what ? oh shit..'
How marvellous to have tapped such a rich vein of bile!
are we all feeling better now?
Much better :)
Sainsbury's are the worst for stupid shoppers.
Upper class twits with adams's apples the size of scotch eggs, all about 6'9" standing with jaw open at a row of corn flakes, what sort of choice do you have to make?
Ah, that'd be Mr B.
Or his Dad.
(Who, oddly enough, is also 'Mr B')
Oh yes, those 'automated' check outs are the worst ever. Love the bit about 'unexpected item' - I'd like to put an unexpected item in the bagging area of whoever thought of these things. I always end up shouting at it, which causes people to stare and a member of staff to come over WHO SHOULD BE ON THE TILL!!
By the way, have you come across the 'automated' passport control thing at airports? DON'T USE THEM! The last time I flew in to Gatwick from somewhere last year, the passport people said that those of us with fab new chips in our passports (as if they would use them to track our every movement! Ha ha - er, ha...) should go to the automated check in. So you wander round to some other part of passport control, and the nice man asks if you've used one before, and you say No. The you have to stand EXACTLY on a pair of foot-shaped marks on a special mat, you look into a special camera, you put your passport into a special place, and basically it takes fifteen times as long as the poor chip-less people who just give their passport to a bored-looking man and walk through the Nothing Much To Declare channel, while we go back tot he special footprints because we've put something unexpected in our bagging area.
Co-op till staff have a habit of asking if I've found everything I want. One day - one day - I shall say No, I'm looking for a universal steering joint for my 1973 Rover, a colour photocopier, and a woman who looks remarkably like Victoria Pendleton.
I like Waitrose because (a) it sells Old Amsterdam cheese, which is the best in the world, (b) some very attractve women go there - er, a friend tells me, and (c) when you're in a queue several miles long at Christmas, some nice Waitrose people come along the queue and hand out sweets.
Oh, and supermarkets NEVER have eveything you want - there's always something that you either have to go without, find a substitute for, or traipse over to another supermarket to get just the right jam (for example).
And the all-time stupidest thing of all time is on packets of Sainsbury's pocket tissues. It says (and you can check) that buying these tissues will help save the planet!! 'It's OK, folks - John has bought a packet of tissues fom Sainsbury's, so the rain forests and the orang-utans are safe!'
As for the automated passports, I registered for the IRIS system, and this is absolutely brilliant - in and out of the gates in no time at all, hardly ever anyone else using it.
Of course it's a bit of a black art working out where to register for the system and when the registration is open. Suspect it may be on it's way out which is a shame.
Here's a totally true Saturday Girl story.
Some years ago, when I lived in west London, I bought a hedge trimmer from a We Sell Everything For The Home And Garden Cheap shop to trim my hedge (and not to murder anyone, honest). However, when I got it home, I discovered that the plastic cover for the blades was too short: they'd given me the wrong cover.
So the next day, being Saturday, I took the hedge trimmer and its ill-fitting cover back to the shop, and explained to the Saturday Girl that I had bought the hedge trimmer the previous day, but that I'd been given the wrong cover for it.
She took both the hedge trimmer and the cover away with her, and was gone for several minutes.
She returned with the plastic cover I'd been given - and a new hedge trimmer! This model was far better than the one I'd bought, as it had variable speeds and all sorts of controls. Rather bemused, I waited for her to try to charge me the difference, but she just said she'd sorted it out, so off I went with my new super hedge trimmer with the now well-fitting plastic cover.
There can't be any other Saturday Girls/Boys like that out there - can there?
Supermarket sins, continued.
Parking so close to my car that when you open your door you put a dent in mine, even though there are hundreds of spaces in the f*cking car park! Then having the nerve to report it to the police when you come back to find your windscreen and headlights inexplicably smashed!
There, that's better.
be reasonable, have you considered either procreation or self-maiming? When faced with a challenging situation such as you describe, sometimes a little lateral thinking is required, and I think you'll find the peace-of-mind when using a slightly wider parking aperture well worth all the nasty processes required. Or the self-maiming.
Totally True Saturday Boy Story
About 14 years ago, I bought a fairly expensive (for me, at that time) woollen winter coat from Principles.
Two weeks later, one of the back seams had completely split, so armed with my receipt and faulty coat, I returned to the shop on my day off, Saturday.
I explained to the young guy who looked least likely to try to persuade me to take out a store card what had happened.
He checked to see if they had a replacement coat available and in my size, then told me that to exchange them, he'd need my debit card.
It wasn't until I was safely home and hanging up my new coat that I realised that not only had he exchanged my coat, he'd also refunded me the 200 and odd quid it had cost.
be reasonable, I call that 'lonely car syndrome' and play it whenever I park in a large supermarket or out of town retail outlet car park. I intentionally park as far from any other cars as I possibly can, even if it means a ten minute walk to the shop, and can guarantee that when I return to my car, at the very least there will be one car parked as close to mine as is possible without being parked on my car.
the point is exactly the one made by Jenni; even if I park in an unoccupied part of the car park, with dozens of spaces around, some swine will park right next to my car, usually with a miniscule gap between the cars.
clearly you are a trendsetter and the public are flocking to your side. Surely that feeling of empowerment is worth a bit of scratched paintwork and lumbago as you climb back into the wagon?
Either that or purchase a blow-up child (there are probably a range of websites around!) and head for the parent and toddler spaces!
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