Oh man, that was an annoying grocery shop.
Wait, even that phrase is annoying- in Australian slang a "grocery shop" can mean the actual trip to buy groceries from a grocery shop. That's confusing! I could have been complaining about the supermarket from which I buy groceries itself! Not that it isn't without its flaws, but still, I have no especial reason to be complaining about it this morning.
I'm already (mercifully) forgetting all the little, irritating details, but right from the moment I entered the store cunts people kept getting in my way, blocking my path in their own travels and disrupting what should have been a fairly quick operation.
Also this one jerk made awkward eye contact for no apparent reason.
Things became especially bad when I went to grab a two-pack of pizza rolls from the bakery for my breakfast.
I wanted to check the price of them, as I couldn't 100% remember it from the last time I bought them, and I also had to decide what toppings to get- I thought there was only margherita by way of vegetarian options, but today I discovered a 'sweet chilli and capsicum' variety, which sounded nice.
But as I approached the bread rack I noticed some woman walking towards it from the opposite direction.
I silently willed her to change course, to piss off and let me acquire bread in peace, but no, she stepped up and reached for something right next to my goal on the shelf.
Then, before I could properly respond to and escape from that inconvenience, some other old bag came from another direction to grab some doughnuts. I had made a brief attempt at perusing my choices of food, in the hopes of grabbing what I was getting and making a quick getaway, but the arrival of a second assailant - like some sort of grocery-shopping pincer movement - drove me away from the bread rack entirely. Making the decision between flavours would be hard enough normally.
I had to linger uncomfortably around until they were both a safe distance away, then I moved in, grabbed the goods and fled.
The troubles didn't stop there, though; as I reached one of the self-service checkouts I realised, with some disgust, that the slovenly supermarket employee standing around just nearby had failed to do their fucking job and peel the plastic bags apart for easier retrieval from their holder.
This added precious seconds to my check-out experience, as I fumbled with one hand to separate a bag from the others whilst trying to cram the plastic box containing my bread rolls into it with the other.
By the time I finally escaped from the supermarket I was feeling rather rattled.
On the way home I had to deal with this suburb's usual collection of dodgy types and hopeless creeps, many of whom seem to be inexplicably drawn to sit/stand around on the footpath/sidewalk and get in the way whilst peering at passersby.
At least one person had a cool dog, a staffy. Cute. It's hard to be angry when you're looking at a big dopey dog with an equally big, dopey smile on your face. Anyway, rant over I guess? [/rant] Did I do that right?
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