I’m a level headed kind of gal most of the time. I think things through, plan to some extent and bumble along quite happily. Or did.
We tried an evening shop again tonight, and managed to get 4 cartons of UHT milk, baked beans, biscuits, 2 tins of tomatoes and a jar of pasta sauce. Two of the milks, the pasta sauce and one of the tins of tomatoes were for our neighbour, and the pair of us are getting up early to join the queue first thing tomorrow to get some fresh produce as there was absolutely nothing left anywhere.
Hubby went in the shops and I stayed in the car. I locked myself in, I was that nervous.
A guy collecting trolleys rushed across in front of me shouting into his headpiece about someone leaving the store. Turned out to be a shoplifter and an argument followed with the guy returning the goods inside and walking away.
Hubby came out with a bag of stuff and was followed by a suspicious looking guy, so I was getting ready to leap out of the car and ………………. do what exactly?
No need, he was just putting something in the trash and turned away in the opposite direction.
Apparently a fight broke out over a tin of baked beans in the discount supermarket today.
Also, a woman was interrogated at the checkout to explain why she was buying 4 cartons of milk, two of which apparently were for her mother. According to the cashier in one of the other shops Hubby went in, the over zealous member of staff went too far and the woman literally dumped her shopping on the floor, said ‘F*ck it’ and walked out.
We couldn’t get in the car park tonight and the shop was heaving hence our planned early visit tomorrow. I have a list, and the items thereon are not expensive, but I’m not looking forward to it. I just hope I can get everything. At least I do not need toilet rolls.
On a happier note, the gypsies have moved on. It could be something to do with the huge crane that is now occupying the car park.