My local Unnamed Major Supermarket is the gift that keeps giving. It used to be really dodgy, then it was given an Unnamed Major Supermarket Extra! overhaul and is now twice the size and twice as dodgy but does its thing twenty-four-seven.
Going to Unnamed Major Supermarket is always an adventure. What will it be today? Junkies in wheelchairs fighting over a cat on a leash that doesn’t belong to either of them? A happy birthday card saying “Daddy, I love you more than chips”? Shady Lady having very suggestive mobile phone conversations in the middle of the Tinned Food section? Junkie challenging Mormon preacher on Hitler’s Christianity? Or will it be as mundane as being elbowed by Angry Old Lady Who Doesn’t Want That Luxury Hummus (And What the Hell IS hummus) But Doesn’t Want Me To Have It Either.
All these stories are true.
But today my Unnamed Major Supermarket adventure was different. I was sending a birthday parcel to my BFF and the Post Office lady looked at me: “Is it one of those yarn swap parcels the kids do today?”
.. let us just pause and rewind..
“Is it one of those yarn swap parcels the kids do today?”
My Unnamed Major Supermarket just gets weirder and weirder.
(Also, it just dawned on me that I was identified as A Knitter by the Post Office lady. Note to self: must wear fewer layers of wool if I am to blend in with native population)