Sorry … excuse me … sorry …


It’s amazing how people of my generation find themselves apologising for other peoples mistakes. Take today for example. I am pushing my trolley around a certain German discount supermarket (no not Lidl. and I know a joke about that*) dropping my carefully selected items in said trolley. I have just arrived at the fresh chicken section trolleywhen I’m faced with a gentleman(?) who had left his trolley in the middle of the aisle, whilst he tried to read the small print on the packet of chicken drumsticks. Just in front of him is a lady(again ?) whose trolley is neatly placed diagonally across the same aisle. As I sought to pass both of them, I was forced to move each trolley. I received a glare from one and a “tut tut” from the other as they realised that their trolley was being person-handled. I of course countered their responses with … Sorry! … Excuse me! … I’m sorry! I then carry on shopping, cursing myself for saying sorry all the time, when I should have been saying something in the order of “Move your bl***y trolleys you inconsiderate b***ards!”

I come across this a lot, especially in supermarkets. It’s as if some people are so far removed from reality that they think they are the only ones in the store. It’s not one single age group that’s at fault. They all seem to have the same problem. It must be a form of spacial awareness.

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In one of the small towns that are a part of Leeds area is a large Tesco. For some reason, Leeds planning department felt that it Tesco-Lidlwould be a great idea to allow a Lidl to be located next door. Literally, both stores share the same the entrance road. So here is the so called ‘joke’ I mentioned. *There had been an advertisement campaign for the new Lidl and a commenter on one of the social networks had heard about the financial losses at Tesco’s. His comment was : “Have you heard about the financial crisis at Tesco? Every Lidl helps!

Now I realise you have to be aware of the UK advertising slogans, but I thought it was quite funny.

Daily Prompt: Busy busy busy …


Rush … not the Canadian band, as good as they are, just rush. Everybody seems to be in a rush. I’m travelling down the road at just a couple of miles under the speed limit, and there is some idiot in his/her SUV weaving from side to side waiting to pass me. Then they do and 60 seconds later I’m pulling up behind fool at the roundabout. Their ‘rushing’ got them no further than me. What was the point? Then, when these people get in the supermarket, their ‘rushing’ seems to evaporate. They stroll around the store with no spacial awareness whatsoever. Walking three abreast down the aisles. Looking at me as if I’m Satan’s advocate on Earth, just because I’m in a bit of a rush!  God, I hate shopping!

I would like to talk about the band called Rush, but they are  nothing but a name that came to me when I saw this prompt. To be honest, I thought they were a girl rock band … I think I should stop now.

(So they are not a girl rock band? I must have forgot. I’m getting old. Too old to be rushing about.)