Musings from the Merse
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Another Basket Case
Picture the scene. Easter Saturday. Sir Morrison's heaving. Huttonian doing some last minute shopping for the 110 candles party. No pound coin. Could not get a trolley so made do with two baskets. Both heavily laden-besides the 110 candles. 7th in queue for the basket checkout(Have the checkout personnel on holiday with their caravans so too few open) Women behind me ' Hey you have two baskets. You should not be in this line' I point to the notice, wordlessly. Man behind the woman behind me: ' Yes. Look at the notice.Its you who is in the wrong queue. You only have one basket. The notice says 'baskets'That's plural!
I really wish I has said that
Picture the scene. Easter Saturday. Sir Morrison's heaving. Huttonian doing some last minute shopping for the 110 candles party. No pound coin. Could not get a trolley so made do with two baskets. Both heavily laden-besides the 110 candles. 7th in queue for the basket checkout(Have the checkout personnel on holiday with their caravans so too few open) Women behind me ' Hey you have two baskets. You should not be in this line' I point to the notice, wordlessly. Man behind the woman behind me: ' Yes. Look at the notice.Its you who is in the wrong queue. You only have one basket. The notice says 'baskets'That's plural!
I really wish I has said that
Labels: baskets, Sir Morrison's
Comments:
We've just had friends over for lunch, visiting from darn sarf. I told them this story and they feel duty bound to spread it far and wide.
You can tell them that this tale can be replicated in Morrison's all over the known world-there is a certain breed of Morison habitue-even darn south
Damn it! Why is there never an erudite personage in Sir M's when I'm called upon to darken his rococo portals?
Because you never go at 2.33 pm on a day before a bank holiday. The eruditii and the cognescentii are always there with their Grudians and the Isle of Man edition of the Daily Torygraph
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