I find it rather amusing that the "in-a-lighthearted-way" part of the thread title goes completely out of the window once the topic of conversation turns to cyclists and supermarkets
I know. I’m still absolutely raging about the trolley thing…
I find it rather amusing that the "in-a-lighthearted-way" part of the thread title goes completely out of the window once the topic of conversation turns to cyclists and supermarkets
Speaking of which, in these contactless times I've found myself arriving at Aldi without the usual pound coin, or similarly-sized token, in my pocket and have been unable to use a proper trolley (which they've conveniently forgotten to un-chain). Instead I've had to use one of those silly wheeled baskets with the long handle. They're too big for a £10 top-up shop and not bloody big enough for a full weekly haul.I know. I’m still absolutely raging about the trolley thing…
Some people actually want to talk to a real person.I know. I sell halloumi fritters in my chippy and they still taste like salty pencil rubbers.
+1
Only today there was a queue in my local Barclays waiting to use the only counter open and nobody wanting to use the machines. Did the greeter or either of the other two assistants wandering around aimlessly go and open another window? Did they heck!
Really? Often it is not.
my 4 yr old granddaughter had a graduation ceremony at her pre-school!. Gown, fake scroll, the works. Where will it endTrick or treat.
Yet another bit of American nonsense that we are now stuck with.
The First Past the Post voting system. It allows a party with well under half the votes to claim that they have a mandate.
Reminds me of my Wife who bought a Telescope, used it a couple of times and consigned it to a spare room along with all the other ornaments.What we used to call “twirlies” when I was younger - people like OAPs using concessionary passes with that aren’t valid till 930, who them get on a bus at about 920, show their pass and ask “am I too early?” whilst simultaneously starting to walk towards the seats in the hope that the driver will let them stay on. One warning, second offence means they forfeit the pass
People who take up a hobby and immediately buy high-end gear for it. Woman I used to work with took up cycling and within a fortnight had two grand’s worth of bike. Doubt it got used more than ten times before she got a new fad. Did the same with clay pigeon shooting. “All the gear and no idea” as we used to say, or as my kids put it “all the kit, plays like s***”
I always have a couple of pound coins in my cars otherwise unused ashtray for this very purpose.Speaking of which, in these contactless times I've found myself arriving at Aldi without the usual pound coin, or similarly-sized token, in my pocket and have been unable to use a proper trolley (which they've conveniently forgotten to un-chain). Instead I've had to use one of those silly wheeled baskets with the long handle. They're too big for a £10 top-up shop and not bloody big enough for a full weekly haul.
Speaking of which, in these contactless times I've found myself arriving at Aldi without the usual pound coin, or similarly-sized token, in my pocket and have been unable to use a proper trolley (which they've conveniently forgotten to un-chain). Instead I've had to use one of those silly wheeled baskets with the long handle. They're too big for a £10 top-up shop and not bloody big enough for a full weekly haul.
our Village CO-Op does.I genuinely didn’t know supermarkets still had trolleys that need a deposit. Haven’t seen one of those in about a decade!
I genuinely didn’t know supermarkets still had trolleys that need a deposit. Haven’t seen one of those in about a decade!
Shop staff who ask you if you need help or ‘assistance’ when, to anyone with more than three brain cells, it is quite obvious that you know where you are going, what you are doing, etc. This seems to be particularly common in charity shops.
I remember from when I lived in Raleigh, NC, USA, from 1998 to 2000, that I went to a local "Circuit City" (I think it was) and was politely asked "can I help you?" by someone working there. I said something like "I very much doubt it" or perhaps I was even more polite than that, and my accent just made them think I was being polite, but actually I was being quite rude. Albeit accurate. I think I managed to find what i wanted by myself without their assistance at the time.Shop staff who ask you if you need help or ‘assistance’ when, to anyone with more than three brain cells, it is quite obvious that you know where you are going, what you are doing, etc. This seems to be particularly common in charity shops.
Shop staff who ask you if you need help or ‘assistance’ when, to anyone with more than three brain cells, it is quite obvious that you know where you are going, what you are doing, etc.
Conversely, there not being an assistant anywhere when you need one. Shoe shops, I’m looking at you.
I know. I’m still absolutely raging about the trolley thing…
Or conversely, when it’s obvious you do need help & assistance, you seemingly become invisible to every member of staff within a 20 mile radius.Shop staff who ask you if you need help or ‘assistance’ when, to anyone with more than three brain cells, it is quite obvious that you know where you are going, what you are doing, etc. This seems to be particularly common in charity shops.
Also common in charity shops is commenting on books that you have bought. I can just about stand it when they comment that they have enjoyed other books by the author, but saying,”That looks a nice book,” or similar does not add to the sum of human knowledge. But as it is a charity shop you just have to bear it, although I am not going to grin.
I remember once our local Tesco employed some floor staff to act as shop floor helpers for when customers couldn’t find something. They gave them t-shirts with a massive ‘I’m here to help’ logo (or some similar slogan). Anyway, as it happens, I was in Tesco a few days later and I couldn’t find what I wanted. I located one of these aforementioned shop staff, only to be told “I don’t know dear, it’s my first day, shall we go and find it together?”. Priceless!,Or, there being assistants around but they haven’t got a clue what anything does or where anything is. B&Q I’m looking at you…
It's probably to do with what looks 'easy'. If you look like you need help, it's effort and not worth (from the staff point of view) asking you. If you look like you know what you're doing, they can look eager without committing to any actual help.Or conversely, when it’s obvious you do need help & assistance, you seemingly become invisible to every member of staff within a 20 mile radius.
There’s great customer service, but then you get the fake American-style shop staff asking me ‘how are you today’ and similar stuff which gets on my nerves a bit. It feels really fake if you’re in mourning, or in deep depression. Sure, be really friendly to customers, but don’t act like they are a friend
People, especially those with prams, who stand about gossiping for ages in the narrowest part of the pavement / path / gangway.Supermarkets? Ok..
PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO SPATIAL AWARENESS AND JUST STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE WITH THEIR TROLLEY.
No, that's perfectly fine. You just bloody stand there ignoring my plaintive 'excuse me'. I'll extend my Inspector Gadget arms to reach behind you to get what I need from the shelf. IT'S FINE.
Doggy, horsey?Oh and words like "brekkie", "sarnie", "prezzie", yuck
"Wokie"?Oh and words like "brekkie", "sarnie", "prezzie", yuck.
Oh my! Bogs! How common and utterly working class.The word "bogs". It's just so common sounding. I hate it.
Oh and words like "brekkie", "sarnie", "prezzie", yuck.
Three times in a week, it’s getting painful brother"Wokie"?
It varies by chain and location.I genuinely didn’t know supermarkets still had trolleys that need a deposit. Haven’t seen one of those in about a decade!
No less painful than seeing it attached it to the end of every post you've ever made. If you're not prepared to defend your opinion, maybe try keeping it to yourself.Three times in a week, it’s getting painful brother