the trouble with the carry-out service at some grocery stores is the carrying out part. i'm sure that the intent behind all those tidy aprons is service (1st), insurance (2nd - cart corales don't always work so well, besides those carts that go missing up the block and down lake street can get kind of expensive).
it's so uncomfortable though, isn't it? someone following you, FOLLOWING you, to your parked vehicle so as to tuck your parcels snuggly into the backseat or trunk. so, on that long journey from check-out to keyless entry, do you talk with them?
sometimes you can, talk to them that is. you can always chat about the weather, or the twins if they are playing, the holidays sometimes, or the vikings if you absolutely insist. but there is always something. except for the ones who don't talk. uncrackable nuts, those are. they shuffle behind and you can hear their silent mockings "yes mum, fast enough for you mum? anything ELSE mum?"
if you feel like i do, then i know something else about you. two things, really. first, when you go to those fancy carry out grocers and you need a lot of stuff, you circle and circle that lot to get the closest spot, thus shortening "the walk".
or, you only go there when you need just a couple of items.
and you carry them out yourself.
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