Monday is supermarket shop
day (I like routine, agreeing with Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory that it
frees the mind from having to make too many trivial decisions) alternating
between Aldi (good value) and Morrisons (less so but some brands we just can’t
do without), and today I am on automatic pilot in Aldi queuing at the till with
a conveyor belt full of groceries when a bloke makes his way down the line
holding just a swede asking if he can go first; of course I oblige but can’t
help wondering why would anyone be so desperate for a swede to go out purely
for that purchase – milk yes, eggs yes, bread yes, beer ok, cigs ok, but a
swede!
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