QUOTE(katyjay @ Oct 24 2005, 11:46 AM)
Trivial, I know, after Andante's news but I need a strong restorative cuppa after today's shopping expedition.
Started off at the DIY place looking for a 3 amp fuse. It wasn't with the light bulbs. Or the miscellaneous electricals, or the wiring and switches, or the lamps. Or in the Christmas trees and lights display. Or the "it's not too late yet" barbecue stand. Or the new paint display with forty-two shades of purple and orange being the new black. Neither was it with the power-tools, or the soft furnishings (yes, I was getting desperate by now). I accosted a passing shop assistant who directed me back to lamps where I found....13 amp fuses. No 3 amp ones. So I returned to said assistant and after a brief round of "yes they're there....no they aren't" he finally detected that my own fuse was close to blowing and caved in - admitting he didn't know where they were. So we got a supervisor, who directed me to the nails, screws and hooks section, where I did indeed find packets of 3 amp fuses. So I took one to the checkout, and realised I hadn't got quite enough change to pay for it in cash so I proffered my card. "Sorry madam, we don't take cards for less than £5". So I snatched up a small screwdriver (which made the checkout lady look a little worried) and asked to have that added to the total. "That'll be £5.05 in all"....and I paid and escaped.
Not in the sunniest frame of mind, I got to the supermarket. I loaded the trolley, checking my list carefully and scowling at the fancy biscuits which were taking up the space on the shelves where the cornflakes should have been. I got to the checkout, and started to unload stuff onto the conveyor. I was just picking up the soap powder and wondering where the bin liners were when I heard a bell ring. I carried on packing stuff, and didn't really register when a spotty youth approached the till carrying two bunches of carrots. "You didn't notice that the bunched carrots are on special offer, madam" said the checkout girl to me, "they're buy-two-get-one-free. So I sent Darren to get two more bunches for you." I attempted to count to ten, but was a bit stressed and forgot most of it.
My response: On middle C, pianissimo "You"....an octave up mezzo-piano "Did".....another octave up, fortissimo with full operatic vibrato "WHAT?" - and the whole supermarket fell silent.
Moderating my tone I said "I only want one bunch of carrots. Please take the other two back." The girl looked a little surprised and said "But one of them's free." We repeated this little routine three or four times, and I gave up as the checkout supervisor was coming over and I just wanted to finish the shopping and go home.......
So my poor husband is now facing the prospect of carrot soup, carrot casserole, carrot and cauliflower cheese and tomato surprise (the surprise being that it's carrots not tomatoes!)
Grrrrrrrrrr
Sounds as fun as my trip into town was.
The rain stopped so I thought "I'll go now, while it's not raining". I went, and half way to the bus stop, it started again, in torrential amounts. Waited ages for a bus in the pouring rain, it came. Got to town where it had stopped raining, and the wind picked up so I was now soaked through and freezing. Got onto New Street, got offered a free copy of the jobs paper after numerous "no thank you's", I ended up with one shoved into my hand (which went into the nearest bin). Got to the station to buy an advance ticket, ordered it and handed over my card. "Sorry we don't take 'so and so' card. YOU DID LAST TIME!", so I went to the cashpoint and got the money out and went back to the till. Ended up going into the bullring (annoying during the holidays) for my dads birthday present. Got back on the bus (ended up with another Jobs paper on the way back up New street, got on the bus, walked up the hill by which time it had started raining again. Got to the beginning of my road. And my dad drove past. And to add insult to injury of not giving me a lift the rest of the way, he drove through a puddle. And splashed me.

So I walked the rest of the way and got home, my parents had done lunch. But not for me

So I pinched some of their chips