The Norn Iron Bloggee has similar experiences to Huttonian with Supermarkets and I am endebted to him for the following saga
Mrs B Major is due tomorrow as usual for Sunday lunch, and one of the few remaining items required for its preparation was a fresh lemon.
Off I went down to the local Safeways to get the lemon, but the individual specimens were sorry looking beasts and the four pack of organic unwaxed seemed a good option at 59p.
The PPW had added a few other items to the list, of a single lemon, which made the basket of goods potentially unacceptable at the '9 items or less' express checkout. I left back the Bonio, a dog biscuit with a fresh baked aroma, that Klio simply adores and joined the lengthy mumbling and grumbling express queue.
My turn arrived and I placed my 'nine items or less' on the conveyor belt only to hear a hugely audible mutter from behind in words to the effect of 'that fella has four lemons'. I indicated that I also had a six pack of Whiskas fish selection in jelly, for Mogg, so that my tally was truly over the nine.
Upon returning home in a huff, the consoling PPW suggested that anybody attempting to buy a box of cornflakes via the 'express lane' should instantly be frog-marched from the store.
I only wanted a lemon and now have to explain to Klio why she didn't get a biscuit.
Sad in'it? But it could have happened here.
