Today I have had the unholy experience of a mini shop at Tesco. I wouldn't normally go there unless absolutely necessary, as I now order from the good food project where I can, and try to get everything else I need from local markets or shops. But today I had to get some necessary bits in a pinch, so could not avoid Tesco. Dear God, never again.
Aside from the low level music, which I have to say felt like some sort of programming, the zombie like shoppers were a nightmare and the cashier finished me off.
What has happened to the general public? Most shoppers today were walking around grunting like extras from Day of the Dead, incapable of smiling, nor it seems pushing their trollies so they don't ram into you. Every single shopper had zero awareness and it was painfully obvious they were as miserable as sin. It was absolutely vile, and at one point I genuinely thought I was going to have a meltdown and sit on the floor screaming get me out of here.
When I finally made it to the checkout I was met with a vapid stare from "Bonnie", who despite clearly being born in this country seemingly could not speak a word of English, as she was unable to say "hello", and didn't realise the customary response to thank you is "you're welcome".
Testament to her boredom with her job was the way she slid the food accross the barcode scanner whilst she stared into space, and then slung it down the conveyor belt at me as fast as she could, whether it was fragile or not.
I realised Bonnie's complete lack of education when I tried to pay in cash with some pennies for the 37p over the pounds sum, and she couldn't work out the change and messed up the till, resulting in her having to call her "supervisor" who looked about 5 years old, and who enthusiastically told me it would be easier if I just paid by card.
I knew I was getting ever more angrier as one of my eyebrows was raised into my hairline, but the anger deal was sealed when I noticed Bonnie had charged me £1.20 for 4 bags when I had bought my own and only used 2 anyway! Queue enthusiastic supervisor who said "well they are only 30p each" and "was I sure I wanted to hold the queue up for a refund" , to which I sweetly smiled and said I wouldn't need to if Bonnie had got herself a basic education.
Of course this then led to zombie shopper behind me tutting and sighing which sadly meant I could no longer contain myself, so I turned to him and said "sir do you mind not tutting and sighing as if I've done something wrong. This is not my fault and it will just be a few extra seconds of your time, and to be honest at least we are not getting our arms and legs blown off by an apartheid state, partly funded by our government, the same government that encouraged an experimental jab into millions of its citizens arms and damaged them".
Of course he then did "it" . The cardinal sin. He rolled his eyes in disgust at me. So I couldn't help it. I smiled sweetly again and said "sir, go fuck yourself".
I was escorted out of the premises by the security guard.
I feel I had lucky escape.