Never a dull moment at the supermarket is there?
So the other day I tripped off as usual to see if there was anything new on the shelves, stock up with paracetamol products (joke), and give myself some exercise with the forty minute walk round trip. The walk is the best bit, I could cheerfully walk there and back without going inside, but needs must.
No sooner had I picked up a pack of chestnut mushrooms (we get through a lot of those) than there is a strange whooping noise.
I looked around puzzled. Was it an alarm? Fire? Bomb scare alert? (days of going to school near a high security prison and working in London kicking in here) or just some miserable electrical failure?
Staff started walking purposefully for the door but there was no screaming and yelling. Eventually customers followed them.
I was still near the door. I sadly put down my basket which had the last remaining punnet of chestnut mushrooms and hoped to hell no-one would nick it.
As I walked out I was fascinated to see people walking out with their trollies. With goods in, unpaid for. They didn’t go anywhere but stood by the entrance. Eventually the penny dropped. Or rather the pound. Perhaps they didn’t want anyone to nab their trolley and take it to the trolley park and retrieve their pound deposit. How sad. And I tell you if that was a real fire, my one pound coin would be the last thing on my mind. That’s assuming I had a trolley which is most unlikely given that I never buy that much.
The staff trooped across to the far side of the car park. Two staff stood in each side of the entrance doorways to block any naughty customers sneaking back in (and nicking stuff no doubt).
One bright spark had the smart idea of asking if it was a real alarm or just a drill. It seemed it was a drill. Odd, I always associated Wednesday mornings with school fire drills. Things must have moved forward in life to Tuesdays. Just as well it was a drill really because the staff gaily marching off and leaving all the customers outside the entrance about to be engulfed by a conflagration wasn’t very clever. I do hope in the event of a real alarm they will tell us all to move our arses, and fast.
Then the staff started moving back inside – and – what happens next? Desperate customers can’t wait to get back to their shopping and start trying to push in front of them. Dear me!! As someone politely said, ‘these people need to go back to their station’ or something similar. What is it with people that they have to push back into the store?
Top tip. Always give yourself plenty of time when going to a supermarket on Tuesday in case they have a fire drill.
I found my mushrooms. Someone had moved my basket to stock up the table I had plonked it on, but it had been put tidily on the floor. I had put it on a table as I didn’t want anyone to fall over it in the rush to get away from the fire.
Totally separately, I always used to take fire drills seriously. There is no point treating it like a joke because fire is no joke. I know. We had one in our house when I was a kid.
First things first. Shut the doors, preferably checking there is no-one in that room. It drove me up the wall when we had our fire drills at work and people wandered out of their offices without shutting their door. The whole point of a drill is to get it right if you ever need to do it for real, not treating it like ‘just another fire drill so it doesn’t matter.’
Yesterday it was Partner’s turn to go to the super. As he was picking up some bread, he started listening to a customer sounding off to a bakery assistant about the fact that there was no organic wholemeal bread. Clearly if there isn’t any bread out that means they don’t have that dough mix in the store.
Bakery assistant patiently explained this. Ranty woman kept whingeing. BA suggested that she do what ‘This gentleman had done, and buy organic white instead.’ Ranty woman said it wasn’t the same and her husband only liked wholemeal.
Partner helpfully said ‘At least it’s organic. Looks like another cranky day in Morrisons (ouch!!). Have a nice day.’
As he left, RW turned away and BA stuck her thumb up at Partner. I wouldn’t have their job for worlds. What can they do if they have used all the dough and new supplies haven’t come in? RW should bake her own I say.
And, it has to be said I did screw my nose up when he came in and said he had bought white because there wasn’t any wholemeal ……..