Or Supermarches as they like to call them in France, though, in truth, it’s not really the French grocery stores that I’m targeting today.
In general they’re pretty well marked and their booze is of course far more competitively priced.
Which is why there are so many booze cruises from England to Normandy to fill up cars with drink.
No, it’s the supermarkets here where I live in Ireland that have my head doing a Klunk (from Stop the Pigeon).
They’re probably not much different in Scotland, England, Wales or Northern Ireland… all of which I’ve worked in.
It’s just that now I’ve taken time out from being a wage slave I’ve started to notice how confusing supermarkets can be.
And so I bring you my native Tesco.
Where I reckon I waste about half a day every week trying to find such awkward items as milk, bread, eggs and baked beans.
There are others too – I’m not on a Student’s Diet! Any more.
My dander was up when I went looking for milk and traversed aisle after aisle before realising it was in the Yogurt & Milk aisle.
Now since when did M come after Y in the alphabet or in importance. No wonder I got blindsided.
Perhaps if they spent less time putting Irish translations on stuff. Which they did on a train I was on recently without the English version.
I mean how many people even speak it as a first language here, and you’ll not meet anyone here who won’t moan about having to learn it in school.
Maybe try and get the baked beans then, I thought.
Who thinks up these things but by sheer accident I found them in the home baking section…
So, what are they saying. Do they expect me to make my own?
And then there is the traffic. Why can’t people take care of their kids and put them in the front of the shopping trolleys.
I don’t care if they are teenagers… I’ll shoehorn them in.
And once you actually get to the till then there’s always someone ignoring the five items or less sign.
Supermarkets, of course, want us to do it ourselves.
Which is the modern way of it.
And they point us in the directions of scanners…
Again I refer you to an earlier Moanday Morning… https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/2019/11/11/moanday-morning-self-service/.
So where does this leave us in how they do it elsewhere.
Well, nobody serves you better than the Americans and for all you need to know about the Oo Es of A then http://www.visitusa.ie.
I’m in the fortunate position of usually having a host when I’m abroad, or the hostess with the mostest, the one I report to.
On these journeys… https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/camino-a-pilgrims-prayer/ and https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/small-roads-lead-to-rome/ I have found it easy peasy.
While I’m a big fan of German shopping (maybe it’s the sausages, maybe it’s the big Berthas on the counter)…. https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/hamburgers-and-ships/, https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/dresdens-renaissance-martin-luther/ https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/2019/08/01/hungry-and-thursday-the-munich-beerfest/
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