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The Great Canadian Supermarket Experience.

 

 

 

Just fancied writing an entry not sure what about as I don't seem to have any drama, touchwood.

 

Oh, the penny just dropped, I know what to Blog about, bloody supermarkets!  I wasn't feeling too well at all yesterday I seem to be having these headaches everyday combined with a sore throat.  Today I've taken a hayfever tablet just in case its an allergy of some sort.

 

Anyway, I went into a certain Supermarket yesterday on my day off, it's in the lower budget end of supermarkets and I very rarely go into that store because it has the longest queues you have ever seen.  If you know me, you would know that I hate queues in fact I would put stuff back to avoid having to stand in one.  When I walked in I inspected the queues and they weren't that bad in fact there weren't any.  I went in at about 10am after paying a bank bill, which is another story I have just remembered, oh I'll have to tell you that one!   Lets put supermarkets on pause for a second.

 

I went to the Bank to pay our electric and my cell phone bill.  The girl behind the counter said "Oh I like you accent, are you from Australia"

 

Smiling politely, as I have never  heard that one before I replied "No I'm from England"

 

She then replies with a "I really like the British accent"

 

I stopped and thought for a moment, well she can't really like it that much can she, she thought I was from down under.

 

Anyway she starts looking at my bills and sees the cell provider I'm with and says this is the best one, in her opnion.  I thought great thanks for letting me know, then she procedes to tell me how one provider she was with ripped her off.  Then starts telling me her life story, about her and her ex splitting and how she didn't need the two phone plan.  I must have one of these trusting faces as it seems to happen to me all the time.  People like to tell me their life stories.  She went on for some time, I only went in to pay two bills.

 

Anyway back to the Supermarket when I finally got out of the bank, one thing I would like to know about Canadian shopping is why are biscuits so expensive.  For example a packet of NICE bicuits back in the UK you could pick them buggers up for about 54p so why on planet Canada do I have to pay over $3 for them!

 

Another thing I hate about supermarkets is everytime I go people always seem to want to target me with their shopping carts.  Its like a Wii Game, how many carts can I dodge.  People seem to be in some sort of a trance when they go into a Supermarket.  They have no idea that other people are shopping too until they get to the till.  People will block aisles up with their carts and you have to push them out of the way in order to get to what you want, come on people think.

 

God I sound like a moody bitch but no I'm not it's surely just about peoples lack in common courtesy. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To put the nail into the coffin by the time I got to the till the queues were big, but I had too much stuff in my basket so couldn't start putting it all back.  Anyway I had a Chocolate Chip muffin and it looked so good.

 

There were one or two things I forgot off the list so last night we went back to the supermarket, a different one this time by the way.

 

We got to the checkout and I had my own shopping bag, save the panet and all that.  I gave it over to the assistant and she says....... no joke.........she says "Mmmmmm this bag smells good, just like you"

 

I thought I might have heard her wrong and just carried on, she said a few other little strange comments.  When we were sat down on the couch last night, (I have the habbit of things coming back to me, later after the event) I said to Neil did you hear what that that girl said to me.  He heard the same thing we both thought it was a little werid.

 

Just before bedtime last night there was a thunder storm, to be honest we needed one just to clear the air a bit.  I left the window open and let the sound of the rain and thunder send us to sleep., and it did the trick 


Posted: 03:02, Thursday 27 August 2009

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I hear you and Jules complains about biscuit prices. She has a particular checkout assistant who welcomes her like a long lost friend and comes out to give her a hug and chat about life and stuff.... if I am with her I play the grumpy old man to get things moving through..... The weird thing is the rest of the queue just accept it... In the UK there would have been much huffing, sighing and muttering (but no complaints).

PS I have mistaken for an Aussie many times (I put it down to my Nottingham accent). When someone tells me they like my accent now I just smile and say "I dont have one" or if I am feeling cutting I go "Oh how nice no one has told me that before" ... Jules gives me disapproving looks at that one. When they ask where I live I say "Island View" :~D

Posted by Dave+Jules at 03:16, Friday 28 August 2009

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