I hate grocery shopping...
Why the world and its mother should suddenly charge Superquinn on a Satdee evening I don't know. And what the hell is it wil all the stuff folk buy? Is there a famine coming? Are all the world's food stocks plummeting? MIles and miles of panting, desperate shoppers, crashing and leaning and apologising for bumping, trodding on toes as the christmas jingles deafened us all.
There I was, bottle of wine in one hand, roses in the other and four fillets of chicken in the crook of my arm, surrounded by people buying vast trolleys of stuff, in some cases two trolleys! What's going on? I've never seen anything like it. It made me want to rush off and grab a trolley and buy three for twos and fabreeze and giant packs of Petit Yoghurts.
Is there something coming that I don't know about?
I was in the express line- a line for around ten items and the chap ahead of me had at least twenty in his basket. Did I complain? No I did not, I just stood there wondering why the woman behind me kept muttering obsenities every two seconds. The toddler in the next line was screaming blue murder and the man behind her was fighting with his wife really LOUDLY.
I'm telling you, there was an air of panic about the place.
I"m off now to make cous cous and drink a few glasses of that wine, my nerves are shot.