Tesco. Oh what fun!
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Just popped in for a few things and left an hour later with significantly raised blood pressure and the strange desire to inflict harm upon others.
Being Half term there was a que to get in to the car park and what do I find when I get there? This
Bad Picture I know, I couldnt get far back enough, but that white line is the divider between 2 parking bays!
So I finally park and march purposefully in to get what I need and leave. Except every single mum within a 50 mile radius has turned up with their ADHD hyper offspring (approx 5 kids per parent it seems) They are running around, making manouvering a trolley without hitting children next to impossible. Of course nobody has any interest in what their kids are doing so they contunue to fun about.
Get to the loo roll Aisle. Find it blocked by massive restocking trolley full of andrex, it's "operator" is happily chatting to her mate and tuts in disapproval when I ask her to move. My fault I suppose.
Fancy a curry later, go to sauce aisle to find a comittee meeting in progress between Mr and MRS.
Husband; "why dont we get these three and we'll just keep them in the cupboard"
Wife; "no, lets talk about this, we're having sausage and tagliatele tonight, chilli tomorrow, so maybe we'll have the korma on friday, what do you want on Saturday"....etc....AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!
I politely say excuse me and pick up my jar of Dopiaza and I'm glared at as if I've just defecated on their child who, it seems is so bored it's resorted to eating dry spaghetti.
I race around as best as I can Dodging the elderly and the confused, nearly bash my nuts on my own trolley as some fat heffer in front does an emergency stop to pick up some more donuts, and finally get to the checkouts.
Joy of Joys! There are only about half of the tills open with each que longer than the next. I take my pick and get stuck behind some elderly lady who seemed so suprised at being asked to pay that had to think for a minute where her purse was before emptying her handbag all over the counter before pulling out a wodge of money off vouchers and paying with loose change.
I quickly pay and leave the shop, past captain nobhead in his badly parked BMW, past the que of cars waiting for a space and back into the calm surroundings of my car. Seatbelt, ignition, reverse, DAMMIT I'VE FORGOTTEN THE TEA BAGS!!!
Im not going back.
If you've got this far, I apologise for wasting 2 minutes of your life but I had to get it off my chest!!
Being Half term there was a que to get in to the car park and what do I find when I get there? This
Bad Picture I know, I couldnt get far back enough, but that white line is the divider between 2 parking bays!
So I finally park and march purposefully in to get what I need and leave. Except every single mum within a 50 mile radius has turned up with their ADHD hyper offspring (approx 5 kids per parent it seems) They are running around, making manouvering a trolley without hitting children next to impossible. Of course nobody has any interest in what their kids are doing so they contunue to fun about.
Get to the loo roll Aisle. Find it blocked by massive restocking trolley full of andrex, it's "operator" is happily chatting to her mate and tuts in disapproval when I ask her to move. My fault I suppose.
Fancy a curry later, go to sauce aisle to find a comittee meeting in progress between Mr and MRS.
Husband; "why dont we get these three and we'll just keep them in the cupboard"
Wife; "no, lets talk about this, we're having sausage and tagliatele tonight, chilli tomorrow, so maybe we'll have the korma on friday, what do you want on Saturday"....etc....AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!
I politely say excuse me and pick up my jar of Dopiaza and I'm glared at as if I've just defecated on their child who, it seems is so bored it's resorted to eating dry spaghetti.
I race around as best as I can Dodging the elderly and the confused, nearly bash my nuts on my own trolley as some fat heffer in front does an emergency stop to pick up some more donuts, and finally get to the checkouts.
Joy of Joys! There are only about half of the tills open with each que longer than the next. I take my pick and get stuck behind some elderly lady who seemed so suprised at being asked to pay that had to think for a minute where her purse was before emptying her handbag all over the counter before pulling out a wodge of money off vouchers and paying with loose change.
I quickly pay and leave the shop, past captain nobhead in his badly parked BMW, past the que of cars waiting for a space and back into the calm surroundings of my car. Seatbelt, ignition, reverse, DAMMIT I'VE FORGOTTEN THE TEA BAGS!!!
Im not going back.
If you've got this far, I apologise for wasting 2 minutes of your life but I had to get it off my chest!!
Justayellowbadge said:
Are your shopping anecdotes going to become a regular feature?
Well, if you're lucky I am planning a trip into town at the weekend. I could tell you all about buying some new boxers and socks, and I might even pop into Homebase for some nails.Watch this space!!!
The Prophet said:
johnvthe2nd said:
Go to Waitrose.
Yes, the customers there are just as rude and ignorant. But they are better dressed. It's just people, isn't it.
Bunch of
s.Just getting in your way, oblivious.
They don't care.
I was in a shop at the weekend and a bloke popped out right in from of me. I stopped. He looked me in the eye, then looked over my shoulder, but didn't move.
So I shoulder-barged the silly fool out of my way. He shouted something after me, but he was a foreigner so I couldn't understand him.
Silly little foreign person.
I went to Tescos for the first time in about three years last night, it was empty thank God; but when it comes for me to check out, I find only three open checkouts, each with a large queue. So I decide I will go for one of those 'Self service' checkouts, BIG MISTAKE! Almost every other item I tried to scan, "Assistance Required". The lady was so slow and grumpy she decided to tell me it was my fault and I was doing it wrong, she then attempts to show me how it is done, and gets the same message herself. I was seriously pissed off by now and any politeness had left me so I told her that the only reason I was using the blasted machine was because they couldn't be bothered to open all the tills; she then threatened to report me; so I put down my things and walked out, not going there EVER again.
ad551 said:
24lemons said:
I'd have definitely gone for the 330d in blue. Probably the touring one with the M-Sport package.Edited by ad551 on Wednesday 17th February 15:01
It actually spells "nob".
Edited by ProfessorPeach on Wednesday 17th February 15:29
Rufus said:
I went to Tescos for the first time in about three years last night, it was empty thank God; but when it comes for me to check out, I find only three open checkouts, each with a large queue. So I decide I will go for one of those 'Self service' checkouts, BIG MISTAKE! Almost every other item I tried to scan, "Assistance Required". The lady was so slow and grumpy she decided to tell me it was my fault and I was doing it wrong, she then attempts to show me how it is done, and gets the same message herself. I was seriously pissed off by now and any politeness had left me so I told her that the only reason I was using the blasted machine was because they couldn't be bothered to open all the tills; she then threatened to report me; so I put down my things and walked out, not going there EVER again.
Who to?ProfessorPeach said:
The Prophet said:
johnvthe2nd said:
Go to Waitrose.
Yes, the customers there are just as rude and ignorant. But they are better dressed. It's just people, isn't it.
Bunch of
s.Just getting in your way, oblivious.
They don't care.
I was in a shop at the weekend and a bloke popped out right in from of me. I stopped. He looked me in the eye, then looked over my shoulder, but didn't move.
So I shoulder-barged the silly fool out of my way. He shouted something after me, but he was a foreigner so I couldn't understand him.
Silly little foreign person.
Makes Sainsburys seem like a paradise, and I'm not a big fan of any supermarket.
My last, and I hope it will be my last, visit to a Tesco involved having to ask somebody where an item I needed was located. To which I got the answer "Dunno, it's not my section". Having failed to find anyone in the 'section' I asked at 'Customer Services' (hahaha, good one) who told me to ask someone else. So I left.
This doesn't happen at Sains (or Waitrose for that matter) in my experience. Ask someone for help finding something and they'll walk the length of the store to try and find it if necessary. If they fail, they will involve other staff and still (shock) try and find it!
As stated, I dislike all supermarket shopping, but at least some try and make the experience vaguely bearable.
ETA - the parking morons are the same everywhere though, it would seem. And they almost always seem to be in BMWs, cliché as it is.
My last, and I hope it will be my last, visit to a Tesco involved having to ask somebody where an item I needed was located. To which I got the answer "Dunno, it's not my section". Having failed to find anyone in the 'section' I asked at 'Customer Services' (hahaha, good one) who told me to ask someone else. So I left.
This doesn't happen at Sains (or Waitrose for that matter) in my experience. Ask someone for help finding something and they'll walk the length of the store to try and find it if necessary. If they fail, they will involve other staff and still (shock) try and find it!
As stated, I dislike all supermarket shopping, but at least some try and make the experience vaguely bearable.
ETA - the parking morons are the same everywhere though, it would seem. And they almost always seem to be in BMWs, cliché as it is.
Edited by andy400 on Wednesday 17th February 15:57
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