Ladies @ Supermarkets

Shambler

vikingaero wrote: »

But a lot of middle aged women play hunt the payment method in the 500 compartments in their handbags. It's when they play their Joker that kills me - they pull out a wad of money-off coupons that need to be scanned and 50% of the time they haven't bought the right product or it's a different store coupon. Then they argue with the cashier over getting 15p off their Marmite. By then the cashier, the supervisor that's been called over, the rest of the queue and I have lost the will to live.:rolleyes:

Strewth you had me choking on my cab sauv with that one! :rotfl:

superstylin

I spent 2 hrs in Morrisons yesterday with my Nana who needs to hold onto the trolley for stability but inadvertently tends to push it here, there and everywhere. Now i think that can be excused, but the bloke looking lost at the meat aisle, who obviously had never been in a supermarket before - probably since his wife has always done the shopping - was a downright pain in the a**e. he parked his trolley at a right angle, in the middle of the aisle while 4 trolleys and 2 people with baskets wanted past...and he didn't notice a thing. blithely mithered away until i pushed his trolley out of the way then he gave me a dirty look. I'm a woman by the way - who always parks her trolley in the quiet spot so as not to bother blokes who like to whine about women not handling trolleys or cars well

jeannieblue

What a great thread! I've pretty much agreed with everyone so far....

Why not do what I do? I do my main shop online and have it delivered. I do this for two reasons, 1. I hate shopping. 2. I only order what I need (and therefore save money).

BUT..... on a Friday night after a bl**dy long week at work, I pop in to the supermarket to buy a few fresh bits and something for supper for that night.....

AND what do I get?? Women/men with uncontrolled children in so called control of the trolley, running about getting in my way.

Why?? Why are the brats out late on a Friday evening?? I'm tired, I don't need this hassle. Why didn't they shop during the day/week, why on a Friday night when us poor s*ds just want to grab a few bits and get home??????????????????

B8ggered if I know why they drag the children out that time of night - can someone explain?

trisontana

One thing I have noticed lately is the number of parents who put their toddlers in the main part of the trolley, and not in the special seat supplied for this purpose. Surly this can be a little unhygienic, with leaky nappies etc?

uktyler

trisontana wrote: »

Surly this can be a little unhygienic

Are trolleys ever hygenic?

Have you ever seen anyone cleaning them?

I never allow food to come in direct contact with the trolley.

It's the same with the belts at the checkouts, I often see people putting loose bread on the belt, I know these are cleaned more often than the trolleys, but bread is not even washed before you eat it.

brightonman123

Ivory_Tinkler wrote: »

Perhaps we should ban all women from the supermarkets and let the men do the shopping instead? But perhaps not because we'd all then live on a diet of frozen pizza and beer.

and whats wrong with that?? though i would change the beer for cider, to help towards my 5 a day..:beer: :beer: :beer: :beer: :beer:

Sailor_Sam

When i drove a cab, women shoppers would do the same, they knew the fare, they did the same trip every week. But they sat during the journey then said, how much ? where did i put my purse ? then start going through all the bags.

foxxymynx

It drive me insane!

Being a wheelchair user trolleys are at chest/head hight and it's more than slightly scary when several people with low IQs are pushing trolleys towards you while looking behind themselves or to their side at the isle! They usually have some syndrome that leaves them temporarily deaf too!

Another pet hate is when they swing the trolleys around corners of isles really fast without any regard to anyone else who may be at the corner of the isle....you can't see around the damned corner so why the fcuk do you think it's safe to do that luv?!

Getting through a crowd is beyond a joke sometimes. Frankly, I refuse point blank to go into a supermarket when I know it will be busy - it's not worth the briuses or the arguments!

It bewilders me that people will meet and gossip in a supermarket for 30 minutes, when they could just have easily said "do you fancy a cuppa and a natter in the cafe? I'll be about 10 more minutes and meet you there?"

foxxymynx

mspig wrote: »

I have been known to move someones trolley after she left in in the middle sideways on one aisle and then walked off to the magazine aisle and stated reading a mag - so i pushed it into another aisle she looked dumb struck when she came back(made me feel good though).

I have been known to do that...lalala

Another pet hate is when I suddenly become invisible and people try to walk through me! - Or push me out of the way if I'm using a manual wheelchair!

petrafyde

As a woman it is my among my rights! yes, my RIGHT to park my trolley awkwardly.

I'll juggle my umpteen (three) kids and position them in the most awkward positions possible whilst apologising to you for bad co-ordination, but still manage to put them in your way.

I'll stand in front of the tomato soup that you so desperately want to get so you can continue with your shop whilst shouting at the eldest to hurry up taking the youngest to the toilet, as I'm looking worn out, frustrated and totally sick of life.

We'll argue over crisps whilst blocking the isle, and normal shoppers like yourself will be desperate to get to the cheddars and get the damn shop out of the way, and I'll wonder if the kids will ever agree on anything, and what's the point of buying crisps in the first place when there's always two flavours left from the multi-bags that no-one likes, but there's never just a single multi-bag that everyone agrees on?

We'll head to the freezer isle and hover by Aunt Bessies Yorkshire puddings and the eldest will say my own homemade ginormously light and fluffy yorkies are not to her taste because they're too eggy, while the youngest says that they're her favourite - so I have to decide whether to force the eldest to eat the home-made ones or give in and do both - all during the time you're fighting to get to the 5 for £4 ready meals.

Then we come to the checkout. I've purposely chosen the smallest queue, and by the time you get there, they're all full. I'm feeding a family of five and have probably spent two hours in that shop overcoming arguments, toilet runs, the 'I feel sick' or 'it's too cold!' whinges while looking for bargain cheeses because the kids eat so much of it - in the fridge section. I've trawled my way through the entire store, dodging, apologising and looking enviously at those fortunate individuals who get to do their shop alone, or just with their partner/friend. And now I'm at the checkout with a trolley unbelievably full of food that will ultimately cost the earth, last perhaps a week if I'm lucky and won't contain anything anyone wants anyway.

I reckon you're quite lucky