I'm beginning to think there is a game being played every day, among the checkout staff at this nation's large supermarkets. The object of this game is to make the shopper feel harrassed, tense and faintly ludicrous, and cause him to pack his shopping in amusing and ridiculous ways. Honestly, it's like tetris for the deranged. I have a bag with compatible items like cooked meats, cheese, and suchlike. What does she throw down next? Bleach. Very good. And it's only me and single men like me too! Women of all ages seem to be able to pack their shopping with relative ease, into neatly arranged bags of similar weight and sensible content. *sigh*
I'm harrassed, I'm accidentally beardless, I have a meeting with horrible clients tomorrow, and on top of everything else, now I have to clean the frigging flat.
*grump*