Before I'm absolutely ridiculed, let me make this clear; I have no problem with the older generation. In fact, a kind-hearted soul from a different time to yours will often come with an amazing, eye-opening story. Many of this generation's older people have even done the truly unthinkable for me, and you. For our country. Lost loved members of close family, survived pure obliteration, even changed the history of everything we'll ever know. Just so we can do simple things like massive food shops - you know the kind, on a Saturday morning, you and your family walking around your local supermarket, all with a different idea of the words 'food necessities'.
For some reason, these group outings are simply a day job, a great battle. Don't even get me started on the toilet paper battle recently. I can't wait till I have grandchildren - that will be the great, eye-opening story I tell them about!
However, even before all that nonsense, I know it wasn't just my family with our trolley looking down crowded shop lanes, thinking, 'If we go down there, only one is coming back out the other end'. I am sure you can relate to that! How many times on a Saturday morning do I have to hear, 'Customer announcement. Will, erm, mummy come to customer service please. What's your name, love?... Tommy is waiting for you. He's adamant you got lost in the bit where all the different shaped bottles are with the funny names...'. Then everyone's eyes shift to the familiar, beloved alcohol section to see that poor mother departure her search, to retrieve her loving offspring. Looks like she will be needing that vodka and coded - a strong one at that!
Who says shopping isn't fun? After all the general shopping regulation tantrums concerning second price checking, picking out your three favourites, you make the dreaded realisation... it's time to pay. God. It's not the fact that it's a £170 food shop, it's the slow, older person in front of you loading their five, unnecessary items to the cashier - some teenage counting down the seconds till they finish.
It is Saturday morning. Why did you venture out, make the effort to charge your mobility scooter the day before, even put your best skirt on, for a bag of ice? With how fast the scooter will take you home, it will have melted and found a way to re-freeze itself! Either way, why? I bet you any money, if you run the cold tap long enough, you will water cold enough to freeze the thought of leaving your house the same day families have to.
Families are busy in the week. Old people have it simple Monday to Friday. Do your shopping then! You would think they would. Old people like quiet, right? However, if you enter Morissons on a Wednesday evening, you have a higher chance of bumping into Mary and Joseph on a blue whale than you would Brenda and Ray from down the road. Old people, please, from families far and wide, get your ice in the week when no-one else is! Be considerate. Let there be fewer people in the shops on Saturday, please. Even if it's just to save the alcoholic mum's embarrassment.
I know you served in wars, talk about your own tragic history so the same doesn't happen to me, even take the pain willingly, without thinking of the risk you hung upon yourself. But please, just don't shop on Saturdays. It's too much stress on society and we're just too kind to say anything. Thank you.
For some reason, these group outings are simply a day job, a great battle. Don't even get me started on the toilet paper battle recently. I can't wait till I have grandchildren - that will be the great, eye-opening story I tell them about!
However, even before all that nonsense, I know it wasn't just my family with our trolley looking down crowded shop lanes, thinking, 'If we go down there, only one is coming back out the other end'. I am sure you can relate to that! How many times on a Saturday morning do I have to hear, 'Customer announcement. Will, erm, mummy come to customer service please. What's your name, love?... Tommy is waiting for you. He's adamant you got lost in the bit where all the different shaped bottles are with the funny names...'. Then everyone's eyes shift to the familiar, beloved alcohol section to see that poor mother departure her search, to retrieve her loving offspring. Looks like she will be needing that vodka and coded - a strong one at that!
Who says shopping isn't fun? After all the general shopping regulation tantrums concerning second price checking, picking out your three favourites, you make the dreaded realisation... it's time to pay. God. It's not the fact that it's a £170 food shop, it's the slow, older person in front of you loading their five, unnecessary items to the cashier - some teenage counting down the seconds till they finish.
It is Saturday morning. Why did you venture out, make the effort to charge your mobility scooter the day before, even put your best skirt on, for a bag of ice? With how fast the scooter will take you home, it will have melted and found a way to re-freeze itself! Either way, why? I bet you any money, if you run the cold tap long enough, you will water cold enough to freeze the thought of leaving your house the same day families have to.
Families are busy in the week. Old people have it simple Monday to Friday. Do your shopping then! You would think they would. Old people like quiet, right? However, if you enter Morissons on a Wednesday evening, you have a higher chance of bumping into Mary and Joseph on a blue whale than you would Brenda and Ray from down the road. Old people, please, from families far and wide, get your ice in the week when no-one else is! Be considerate. Let there be fewer people in the shops on Saturday, please. Even if it's just to save the alcoholic mum's embarrassment.
I know you served in wars, talk about your own tragic history so the same doesn't happen to me, even take the pain willingly, without thinking of the risk you hung upon yourself. But please, just don't shop on Saturdays. It's too much stress on society and we're just too kind to say anything. Thank you.
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