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(Shopping - part 2)
A browse through the specials catalogue revealed a few items I wanted. TB bone steak at $20 a kilo sounded nice, but they only had T bone steak at $27 a kilo. Ice cream was half price so I bought twice as much as I needed. Also pasta sauce was half price, but alas the shelf was bare. Accepting that was about all I was going to secure today I got on the checkout queue. Yes there was a queue, even at Marulan and I was number 7. While queuing, a shelf stacker pushed a trolley past. I spotted it and left my place in the queue to follow that trolley. Another shelf stacker who had previously noticed my disappointment at the lack of pasta sauce noticed me chasing the other stacker and told him that he was being followed. Her exact words were “Tim you are being followed, but he is not a fan of yours he just wants the pasta sauce.” She was right, Tim was not my type, I only wanted him for his pasta sauce.
As I approached, Tim brandishing his Stanley knife, deftly cut open the pack and like a starving refugee I grabbed two bottles, said thank you and gave Tim a big smile. That probably made his day.
Checked out, back to the car, applied a dollop of hand sanitiser from my almost empty bottle and headed home.
A browse through the specials catalogue revealed a few items I wanted. TB bone steak at $20 a kilo sounded nice, but they only had T bone steak at $27 a kilo. Ice cream was half price so I bought twice as much as I needed. Also pasta sauce was half price, but alas the shelf was bare. Accepting that was about all I was going to secure today I got on the checkout queue. Yes there was a queue, even at Marulan and I was number 7. While queuing, a shelf stacker pushed a trolley past. I spotted it and left my place in the queue to follow that trolley. Another shelf stacker who had previously noticed my disappointment at the lack of pasta sauce noticed me chasing the other stacker and told him that he was being followed. Her exact words were “Tim you are being followed, but he is not a fan of yours he just wants the pasta sauce.” She was right, Tim was not my type, I only wanted him for his pasta sauce.
As I approached, Tim brandishing his Stanley knife, deftly cut open the pack and like a starving refugee I grabbed two bottles, said thank you and gave Tim a big smile. That probably made his day.
Checked out, back to the car, applied a dollop of hand sanitiser from my almost empty bottle and headed home.