A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Men and supermarkets
Having had so many rows with Mr G in supermarkets, where he ruins my shopping experience - dawdling in aisles, picking up new things and looking at them, wandering into the clothes section and perhaps even (gasp, impatient tapping of male foot, looking at watch and grumbling and limiting me to ten minutes only) trying them on - I now try to wangle it so that he goes alone.
He returns like a trapper from the snowy wilderness, or a cave man from a brontosaurus hunt, dragging his booty in through the front door and demanding an instant mug of tea for his pains. He prides himself on having done the whole thing in twenty minutes flat, including having to scan his goods twice through the self-service scanner because the assistant who had to approve the purchase of my wine box accidentally wiped out everything he'd just scanned. (Did I smile?)
At least this leaves me free to go on a sneaky trip all on my own, where I can dilly and dally to my heart's content.
Are all men like this? Does anyone know a man who actually enjoys supermarket shopping (and isn't gay!)?