Categories: ramblings
Date: 11 April 2007 12:32:57
Bloody, bloody Morrisons. I am never darkening their door ever again.
Went in last night, needed shopping to tide me over until I can sort out an Ocado delivery for when I come back after the Wightmeet. Trundled round, they were out of stock of some essentials (chillies, garlic, the usual, how the hell they manage to run out of garlic I will never know); saw movement out of the corner of my eye as I was making my way to the meat counter.
“Excuse me, young man,” I said to the boy on the meat counter, “I've just seen a mouse.”
“Yeah. There's a few about.”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. And this doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest... And stop sniffing like that; you're making me feel quite ill.
And then the shouting started. Over what, I have no idea, but there was a large and vocal crowd of screaming shouting shoving people in the next aisle along, which just happened to be an aisle I needed to be in. As any fule kno, I do not like large crowds of screaming shouting shoving people, so I abandoned my shopping and ran away, without staying to find out what the shouting was about. Perhaps they'd seen a mouse as well.
It's bad enough being asked to prove I'm over 21 when I want to buy a bottle of wine (I am over 21 by some considerable margin, no I can't prove it, but do you really think your average 14 year old has a taste for rosé Cava rather than WKD Blue?), but when you add the chance of stepping on a mouse into the equation, their abysmal stock control, their obsession with wrapping everything in plastic and the fact that all their staff seem to have permanent colds, I think using Ocado for meat and heavy things and the market for fruit & vegetables has just become the way forward. I am not sure what I am going to do about dairy products - I wonder what Sainsbury's mouse problem is like?