Scared
Tonight I have to brave the terrifying world of Tesco. We're going to stock up on bacon, sausages, coffee, croissants, and a toilet brush (I don't care what he says) in preparation for our Christmas Breakfast.
I am DREADING IT.
It doesn't matter what time you go to our local Tesco (and it's a big one, so it's open 24 hours), it's heaving. I've been there at 11pm before and still had to queue for a good 10 minutes at the check-out. It also seems to turn even the sweetest, most polite people into rude, obnoxious bastards who WILL ram you with their trolley to get the last bag of parsnips before you. God only knows what it's going to be like this close to Christmas.
I'm sure the Christmas Spirit will be in short supply...
I am DREADING IT.
It doesn't matter what time you go to our local Tesco (and it's a big one, so it's open 24 hours), it's heaving. I've been there at 11pm before and still had to queue for a good 10 minutes at the check-out. It also seems to turn even the sweetest, most polite people into rude, obnoxious bastards who WILL ram you with their trolley to get the last bag of parsnips before you. God only knows what it's going to be like this close to Christmas.
I'm sure the Christmas Spirit will be in short supply...
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Brussels supermarket shopping is even worse. There are always about 2 tils open and the cashier is having a little chat with the next cahier. . .same in restaurants, expect your waiter to come to you slowly and unhappily, like you just interupted his fag break or something. . .
How did the tescos experience go?
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