Whinging Wednesday - Shopping Trolleys in Supermarkets
Need I say more?
They park their trolleys in the middle of the aisle, oblivious to the rest of all the other shoppers in the store. You stand behind them, really close, so that you’re almost breathing down their necks, hoping that by some miracle, they’ll notice that you want to go by.
Nothing.
You give up waiting to be noticed, so you say quite politely, ‘excuse me’ with a Canadian-type question mark elevation at the end of your voice. Nothing! For crying out loud!
They haven’t even got their backs turned to you. How can they not see you, a full-sized human being standing there! You clear your throat, because you think your voice may not have come out right the first time. ‘Excuse me.’ What! They’re still buzzard-inspecting the lamb chops as if it were a maggot infested sheep lying in the pasture.
‘Ah, pardon me, but can I get through please.’ Restraint is key here, just keep it under control. Keep it under control.
They look at you with their beady eyes and indignantly move the trolley as if they’re doing you a favour. Have you noticed that it’s mainly elderly - scratch that – senior people who do that. Well, maybe people with little kids too. What’s wrong with you people!
3 comments:
hahaha...it is so true. We call them carts and when I moved to the south, some people call them shopping buggy. I think trolley is good for some of the trolls that push them. LOL.
Welcome to my blog, Jenny. Thanks for visiting. I've heard of those terms, 'cart' and 'buggy.' I suppose 'trolley' is just a British term.
Oh so you're one of *those*...!
Really, I just give them a gentle pat on the arm and they jump out of the way. Norwegians aren't used to being... touched. They get freaked out and move.
Americans and Canadians might need a gentle *jumping-on-ya-feet-cuz-you-won't-move* but hey, people are different!
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