Yesterday was my shopping day.
These days I visit the biggest Scot-Mid in Edinburgh (Leith) for all my necessary items (although I have been known to visit Lidl for deals on suspicious foods, such as an octopus in a jar)
It’s a BIG Scot-Mid, easy enough to lose yourself in, it took quite some time to gather my meats, vege and sauces, but was well worth it.
The Indian lady who served me was exited to see a wide array of curry ingredients coming towards her on the conveyor belt, she soon put her enquiring mind into action – are you making a curry? What kind of curry would it be? What meat would it contain? Who would it be for? Would it be for my wife?
WithWife?
Me?
Surely not!
We discussed the possibility of the checkout lady attending my meal and then another lady in the queue soon enquired about attending. I knew neither really wanted to come, just a kind attempt to provide some comfort to a lonely single young man. This three-way-role-play was quite fun, until they starting asking for my address, I’ll just make sure I double lock the door from now on.
After discussions about my relationship status, I was told I would have to pay for my bags.
This may be company policy in Lidl, we all know that’s how they make their money, luring you in with cheap beans and then forcing you to buy a bag or carry 26 cans in your pocket.
I had already bought too much for my pocket, so opted for two 10p bags for life instead.
I realise these have the added benefit of saving the environment because people are more likely to re-use the bags they pay for, but this would require me to carry them everywhere just-in-case.
The old free bags got so much more re-use in my house, in small bins, storing socks, carrying rubbish from living room to kitchen, making ad-hoc swimming trunks or doubling up as handy rain garments.
These bags for life will get no such use, so far I store them in a secret cupboard, ready for the day when I’ll need a robust bag. Surely this is so much worse, I’ll have thousands soon, not willing to use them, not willing to give them back.
What a dilemma.
I bet my wife would know what to do with them.
October 17, 2008 at 12:02 pm |
I’ll be your wife.
Gary Wood, I’m glad you’re back blogging. Like the photos. I’m a bit of a shopping bag evangelist actually, I try to recycle every time I go to the supermarket, I think I can honestly say I’ve probably only taken a few plastic bags from a supermarket in the past few months. It’s a good thing to do. It helps I tend to do my shopping on the way home from work, which means I have a rucksack. It’s easy, though I also have a couple of bags for life that I take with when I hit the supermarket from home.
October 17, 2008 at 7:14 pm |
I may have to quit again, so many mistakes in that post.
When will the wifing start?
October 19, 2008 at 8:19 am |
Here ye here ye – I feel your pain. I am the owner of no less than FIVE hessian-style bags for life, each costing me £1 and with various brandings of shops. They sit proudly in my cupboard, a monument to my good intentions.
Someday, I will proudly whip out my bag-for-life (maybe all 5 at once?) and pack things smugly at the checkout, showing just how environmentally conscious this girl is.
Someday.
RE wifing – what was wrong with the checkout curry lady? she not float your boat?
October 19, 2008 at 8:15 pm |
a lonely single young man? oh dear gary. doesn’t the electro keep you warm?
October 20, 2008 at 8:05 am |
Nic,
She was older than the ages of each commenter from this page added together
GREG
The electro keeps me sweaty, which in turn keeps me cool
October 20, 2008 at 11:49 am |
Gary Wood
I like your accuracy in terms of using peoples names! I hope I will always be this conscientious towards my readers!
October 20, 2008 at 11:51 am |
Thanks Nic, I always endeavour to show all my ‘readers’ the same level of respect.
September 17, 2009 at 8:02 pm |
Classhic Wood. I love this.
October 16, 2009 at 8:07 pm |
set up a link to your blog pal