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‘Trolley Trance’ III

Posted by Big John on February 1, 2007

They are still after me, those Sainsbury’s supermarket ‘zombies’.

Today I had a total of 76 items in my trolley (cart) when I reached a checkout which was free of customers.

I had no sooner placed half a dozen things on the conveyor when a creepy little bloke shuffles up behind me, ignores my overflowing trolley, puts a ‘next customer’ divider behind my first few items and proceeds to load his purchases on to the moving belt, leaving no room for my goods.

“I think that I am going to need a bit of space, mate” I say pointing to the ‘mountain’ of groceries still in my cart.

His eyes turn towards me and I see that ‘the lights are on, but nobody is at home’. I then notice that he is accompanied by a little grey haired old hag, who mumbles something into his ear. He grunts and moves his items back a few inches, but does not take them off the conveyor. He just keeps sliding them back as I pile up my purchases.

I load my bags into my trolley and turn to put my credit card in the machine; and guess what ? … This brain dead creature has pushed his cart into the space where I need to stand to enter my ‘PIN’ number. In his dark world I do not exist !

Perhaps I should start shopping at another store ?

I wonder if they have ‘smarter’ ghouls  … at ‘Tesco’ ?  

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6 Responses to “‘Trolley Trance’ III”

  1. Jackshian said

    I’ve had dental treatment thats more fun than shopping at Sainsburys.

    Give it up John .. or take a baseball bat.

  2. Betty said

    It would probably be the same at Tesco’s. They’re everywhere!

  3. Ginnie said

    John, I’m starting to worry about you. Either stop shopping there or take it all with a grain of salt and turn it into an adventure. With a sense of humor like yours I am sure you could think of some way to “turn on the lights” for that poor soul. It just might make his day.

  4. ade said

    I wonder if they have ’smarter’ ghouls … at ‘Tesco’ ?
    No, but you can get two for the price of one.

  5. Terri said

    I’m still chuckling over this one…lol
    HOW is it that they all seem to come out of the woodwork as you approach that store?
    Hmm, now I’m wondering if it’s a conspiracy to “Get John” I’d be careful if I were you.
    Have you ever considered home delivery?

  6. Libertine said

    I’ve had the morons at WalMart ram me in the heels with their carts. And they look at me as if I’ve done something wrong by standing there. Morons.

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