Into the supermarket I went,
As I do every Saturday morning
To do the weekly shop.
I start my tour up and down the aisles
When I come across them,
Two ladies with large trollies,
Blocking the aisle,
More interested in chatting
Than shopping.
I force my way past them,
But no matter how I tried to avoid them
They always seemed to be in my way,
No matter which aisle I went,
They were there
Talking their heads off,
And blocking the aisle.
Shopping completed, eventually,
I went to the checkout,
And the most redeeming feature
Of my trips up and down the aisles,
Was that I got to the checkout before them.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just another story about my Supermarket woes. I would like to thank you all for the birthday wishes yesterday but unlike our Queen I do not have two birthdays a year, my birthday is in October so if you would all like to start saving towards my seventieth birthday on 6th October all gifts will be welcomed. Seriously though there have been numerous occasions where a birthday have been mentioned on MPS which is an incorrect date.
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I know this problem so well and Don't I get frustrated. Have you shopped in Aldi where the isles are always blocked by empty cartons and boxes and palettes waiting to be distributed on the shelves. I am convinced they run courses for staff on how to frustrate their customers. Enjoyed the write nonetheless.
It's a fiendish trick by them, to prepare for Supermarket Olympics! Or to test us, if we fall over boxes, as to whether the company will pay up for damages!
They have another trick in our local Aldi. The fruit and veg section is distributed on both sides of the same island so (while your mind is in fruit and veg mode) you have to go down two isles to complete your fruit and veg shop and then return to the first isle to carry on with your shopping - if you can get back to the first isle which is often blocked by empty boxes and pallets.
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Oh, a fine write Gold. I thought it was gonna get worse for you, and you pick the queue with the longest wait. Or you get to the till, and the staff clear off for tea break, having just served the person in front of you.
No, not yet, but I do know who to avoid at the tills.
It need not be the longest queue for the longest wait. Some may fuss over the cheque book; getting money out of purse/wallet; packing bags too slowly; all sorts of fun!
What's annoying is people getting on buses and fiddling around. We have to give exact money. Big notice on bus windows of the fares. Ignored by some!
I don't mean disabled, but 'very slow people'.
Bit more - or grouchy staff. Just 'humph' and hold out hand for money. Another 'grunt' when having received payment. More life in the self-service tills. They say thank you! lol.
Thanks ANDY ~ Love this piece of Opera ~ nice symbiosis of WORDS & MUSIC ! I hope you are not suggesting we are treated like Slaves or Serfs in the Supermarket !
Being a BATCHELOR and sans Angela for a YEAR ~ I have to do my own shopping ~ prefer ALDI ~ COOP and ICELAND for price !
EIGHTY ~ EIGHT Two large Ladies they are everywhere and getting LARGER ! I can't guarantee to be at home otherwise i would order TESCO on LINE and hang the expense. We had a talk recently for the Business Studies Students on TESCO in the COMMUNITY ~ including Home Deliveries for the disabled and shut ins ~ I was impressed ! Thanks for the quality of your Music and the Topicality of your Poetry ~ I have noted 6th OCTOBER ! Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my FUSION on FLOWERS ~ Thanks B !
Thank you Brian, not suggesting anything really just wanted a piece of music to show my feeling of being a slave in the supermarket.
Growing up my mother would thump (in a motherly fashion) us on the head when we got in people's way and say "BE AWARE!" Obviously no one thumped them............although secretly you probably wanted to Andy........... ha ha
Very true Lorna, there seems to be less and less consideration for others in today’s life.
I agree all buggies should be pushed to the side for chat.
Very true, I actually meet a friend in the supermarket and we chat putting the world to right but are always aware of others and move as necessary withou a quibble.
How we British obsess over our little things!
Too funny Gold! We have that here but we have SO many rude millennials that they tend to comment to the "chatters" or about them as they shove through! I just give them an apologetic little smile and a "kids these days" look and roll my cart through the newly opened isle. Although when it IS the rude millennials blocking the isle, I loudly say " excuse me kids" THAT gets their attention EVERY time. They HATE being called kids!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
I always try to be polite but I must try the "Excuse me kids" method. Thank you for the suggestion.
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