Ah yes the supermarket ... the time-sucking, advertising-flooded, brightly lit place where some members of the 70-plus age group get to eat straight out of the help-yourself-to-nuts section.
So I was in the supermarket pushing the trolley around in a bit of a dazed state (it's all the marketing, bright lights and concentrated nut-eating. Okay I admit these are all excuses.)
I was in the fruit and vege section. I picked out some broccoli and popped it in the trolley. I picked out some carrots and popped them in the trolley. I picked out some spinach and popped it in the trolley. Then I was on my way to the mushrooms when a man arrived in front of me holding broccoli, carrots and spinach.
Me (confused): yes?
Him (also confused): you put all these in my trolley.
Of course I meant to put all those vegies in his trolley because I thought he looked a bit tired and run down and needed to eat healthier. Grin
It's not the first funny experience i've had in that supermarket. I once encountered this tiny older lady in the bread section. She chose some bread. I chose some bread. She moved out the bread section. I moved out the bread section.
Strange lady (looking scared): Stop following me
But before I could tell her that I actually wasn't following her she had disappeared into the next aisle. So the rest of the shopping trip I had to peek into each aisle to see if she was there.
Okay so this post could also be titled "How I became a Supermarket Stalker".Labels: ditsy event of the day |
