Ramble 3: Supermarkets

Seriously, what is going on with supermarkets, I fucking hate the places. Ok that is a bit of a lie, I love supermarkets, but I hate going on my own.

I hate the really strange staff that seem to either ignore you when you are evidently lost, or laugh at you when you are too small to reach the top shelf, or pounce on you when you really don't need them.

Now I may be really anti-social, but I want to just go in, not talk to anyone, and get out. I don't want any other human contact. I seem to, however, but unable to achieve this.

If it is not staff, it is people who seem insistent on commenting on the products I am looking at and making small talk.

I DON'T CARE.
Really, I am socially awkward, can you not tell, please leave me alone.

I also hate going alone, as I hate deciding what to get, it has taken me half an hour and much anxiety to decide between two different types of the same food! Ok, I have some clear issues with food but dear lord I hate it.

It's cold and badly lighted, it attracts bizarre and stupid people.

I can never find what I am looking for as they insist on changing the shop floor every week so that I get confused.

And if I manage to get through all of that and actually get what I came for. Avoiding all the other clever advertising ploys that seem to draw me in (buy one get one free, of course I need 100) then the worst part is still yet to come...checkouts.

I hate checkouts, I hated working on a checkout, I hate being a customer at a checkout, thank fuck for self service.

Seriously, working on a checkout you have to be talk to people you don't want to, be hit on by either 14 year olds or 800 year old men, or be insulted. I hated it. It was awful and in all reality, I didn't care much for it, and it made me feel like a potato.

Now I am fairly intelligent person, talking about bread, really doesn't interest me. I was only lucky enough to have a lady come into the shop on a Friday evening where we would discuss things deeper than bread, children and what I was studying at university. This may sound ungrateful, but I don't care about most of their stories, I will never see them again, and I don't see why they would want to waste their time and effort talking to me. I understand politeness and just asking maybe how they are, but I hate this idea of forced conversations between customer and employee. In America is everywhere and it is so false I hate it.

It is one of the things I love about Britain, what you see is what you get.

But yes, I hate it, and when as a customer they try to talk to me I have no time for it. I hate it, it makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable because I have nothing to say.

Then there is the hell of getting out of the damn carpark.

Online shopping people, is the way forward for miserable, anti-social people like me.

As FUN as supermarkets can be, I hate them on my own.

Fucking CostCo though, is good in my books, that place is just epic.


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rant over.

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