grumpyf1

A pint of milk, and a lifelong sense of paranoia, please... Supermarket shopping. It’s hard to describe it as fun. Whilst your trolley etiquette may be top notch, everybody else seems to park theirs at a rakish angle, stop where you can’t get past them or generally make a nuisance of themselves in a myriad of depressing ways. The supermarket always seems to have moved things around, forcing you to tour the whole store only to have to go back to the start to find your favourite baked beans that used to live at the other end. Once you’ve queued interminably behind the elderly couple who put their corned beef and spam tins on the conveyor one at a time, you then face the checkout assistants. Despite the risk of offending them all so much I can never set foot in a shop again, I’ll offer my opinion that they fall broadly into the categories: Insanely cheerful and chatty. What do they know that we don’t? Why do they think this is fun? Proficient but they’d gladly strangle you w...