Just been shopping, and I've decided - I hate Tescos!
It started as soon as we walked through the doors - too much stuff going on, too small a doors and lots of people trying to get in/out.
You then get the pillocks who stand in the middle of the aisle with their trolley strewn accross the aisle whilst they look bemusedly at the sharon fruit. They then get the @rse when you say excuse me and move their precious trolley for them.
Then, LadyWayne wasn't feeling well so we were hurredly making our way through the rest of the shopping list - me trying to keep up with her to ensure she was alright. Once again we reached a bottle neck and there were trolleys everywhere, people trying to push past me, so I followed LadyWayne through the tight gap to get out of the aisle. Little Tesco employee lady then makes sarcy comment to me. I'm now in a bit of a bad mood.
We make it to the checkout eventually and proceed to pack shopping (as LadyWayne composes herself) on innadequate checkout "chutes". Not enough room for bag plus shopping.
Anyway, we get out into the lovely sunny (if slightly windy) outside. I load teh shopping into the car, then take the trolley back to the trolley shelter and for once there are no other trolleys in the shelter. So I go to push the trolley to the back and bang I smack the top of my head on the bar accross the entrance to the shelter. I have a flash and lash out at the shelter - punching the thing as it hurt me (I see red mist whenever I hit my head). I thought about going into the store to complain, but frankly don't think I'll get anything from teh store staff apart from a giggle - which would rile me further. Plus, should have been more careful shouldn't I!
I'm now sat here with a lump on my head, a headache and my hand's quite sore.
Like I said, I hate chuffin Tesco's.
Thank you for allowing me to vent...
It started as soon as we walked through the doors - too much stuff going on, too small a doors and lots of people trying to get in/out.
You then get the pillocks who stand in the middle of the aisle with their trolley strewn accross the aisle whilst they look bemusedly at the sharon fruit. They then get the @rse when you say excuse me and move their precious trolley for them.
Then, LadyWayne wasn't feeling well so we were hurredly making our way through the rest of the shopping list - me trying to keep up with her to ensure she was alright. Once again we reached a bottle neck and there were trolleys everywhere, people trying to push past me, so I followed LadyWayne through the tight gap to get out of the aisle. Little Tesco employee lady then makes sarcy comment to me. I'm now in a bit of a bad mood.
We make it to the checkout eventually and proceed to pack shopping (as LadyWayne composes herself) on innadequate checkout "chutes". Not enough room for bag plus shopping.
Anyway, we get out into the lovely sunny (if slightly windy) outside. I load teh shopping into the car, then take the trolley back to the trolley shelter and for once there are no other trolleys in the shelter. So I go to push the trolley to the back and bang I smack the top of my head on the bar accross the entrance to the shelter. I have a flash and lash out at the shelter - punching the thing as it hurt me (I see red mist whenever I hit my head). I thought about going into the store to complain, but frankly don't think I'll get anything from teh store staff apart from a giggle - which would rile me further. Plus, should have been more careful shouldn't I!
I'm now sat here with a lump on my head, a headache and my hand's quite sore.
Like I said, I hate chuffin Tesco's.
Thank you for allowing me to vent...
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