Tesco Discussion Chats & Grabbits 11+ Xmas/NY (Incorporating HC's Glitch & B1tch Pub)

Smart1e

queen_of_cheap wrote: »

certainly not in any of the 3 T's i have been to today. I'm starting to think that you lot are just winding me up! :rotfl:

You've been to 3 already today?

Respect!

:beer:

Dizzy_Ditzy

Smart1e wrote: »

You've been to 3 already today?

Respect!

:beer:

i was at 1 extra for 9.30 this morning, popped into homeplus on the way back on the offchance, and then got bored so drove to the other side of town to go to another one.

*sobs*

Smart1e

queen_of_cheap wrote: »

i was at 1 extra for 9.30 this morning, popped into homeplus on the way back on the offchance, and then got bored so drove to the other side of town to go to another one.

*sobs*

No luck then by the sound of it?:(

Dizzy_Ditzy

3 more iron cloths, some 50p pantene, a reduced yule log and a reduced chicken.

:-(

Smart1e

queen_of_cheap wrote: »

3 more iron cloths, some 50p pantene, a reduced yule log and a reduced chicken.

:-(

Not really worth the effort:mad: you get days like that,Mr T is so selfish he could at least provide something decent for all our efforts...

:rotfl:

karen3112

SaverSavvy123 wrote: »

Hi I here is my totally complex, unpredictable, adorable, bundle of fun Alfie who is an autistic 2 year old Cockapoo! He has been hard work over the last 18 months but I think we understand each other much better now and I am able to read situations and adapt them to help him. What is ok for him one day will not be another. It stops life being boring!!




It wasn't until after I had taken this photo that I realised it was not a piece of grass in his mouth but a 6 inch nail!!!!!!!!!!!!

He is too cute! Where did you get him? Theres no cockapoo breeders down my way

Heatherlea

QPR10 wrote: »

Re public toilets, a friend sent me this a while ago

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors..

Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.'

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.



In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.

You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public toilets. It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long.

It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other girl can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

I could say that is the funniest thing I've read all year, but to phrase it correctly, it is the funniest thing I've read in the last 12 months as it is so true and is a familiar scenario. My husband thinks I've lost the plot as he's never heard me laugh so loud in ages and I had tears running down my face.

Thank you for cheering me up which I was in need of. We were just emptying out the shed as it's had a very serious roof leak which we weren't aware of. All my Mr T kitchen bargains are soaking wet, rabbit food, hay, car boot stuff and tons of other clutter all soaked through.

Thanks also to all the people posting pics of their cute dogs. I've 2 boxers and will attempt to post a picture later.

Just wondering whether to do an 18 mile round trip to Tesco for some whoopsies but my freezer is still overflowing.

Happy New Year to you all.

Dizzy_Ditzy

Smart1e wrote: »

Not really worth the effort:mad: you get days like that,Mr T is so selfish he could at least provide something decent for all our efforts...

:rotfl:

I know, how dare they?!

30 mile round trip today *sigh*

mymerrywidow

2011 that was so yesterday!!!

Minnie-the-Minx_2

I'm afraid I don't have a lovely pet picture to add but I would like to add my sincere thanks to everyone who contributes to this thread.

I'm a single mum, no job, blah blah blah and tread a very precarious financial path but with the help of you all I am facing this new year a little better off than the last.

The occasional stocking up on things such as Pantene shampoo at 24p a bottle means I can stretch my shopping budget a lot further and apart from buying glitches, I don't recall the last time I bought cleaning products or toiletries - certainly not at anything like full price anyway.

To finish off a bottle of clothes washing detergent and 're-stock' from the garage is great and it will be a long time until I have to buy anything other than bread, milk and vegetables in Mr T as my freezer is now well stocked too.

Anyway, thank you all for your contributions to this thread - very much appreciated.

May 2012 see us all being overcharged outrageously on numerous occasions