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Gabriel's Groans: Is Online Shopping The Way To Go? Why A Trip To The Supermarket Made Me See Red!

Updated on December 10, 2012
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A Smart Shopper is a Home Shopper!

The other day, I made a trip to the supermarket to buy a few essential items. The supermarket is not one of my favorite places, but due to the lack of deliveries in my area (due to the lack of people in my area (nothing to do with me)) I have no alternative but to torture myself and go in person. Starving is not an alternative, although I have seriously thought about it.

One of my survival tactics when visiting the supermarket apart from counting to ten, is a shopping list. At least that way I'll manage to buy a few things that I actually want and I can marvel at all the things I really needed but didn't get. However, this particular trip challenged my sanity with a vengeance. To say I came home livid is an understatement. To say I felt the stirrings of a killer extinct (a cereal killer, at that) would be far more exact.

Having arrived at the supermarket I headed to the trolley station. After much deliberation I selected a trolley, as always a bogus one. I have on numerous occasions suggested to the manager of the supermarket that the trolleys should be customized. Indeed I would be happy to invest in my own trolley and maintain it. I strive for the day that I will get a trolley without gamy wheels and a mind of it's own. Anyway moving on...

Using all my brute strength I pushed the damn trolley onward to the bakery counter. Yippee, no one was there. Nope! not yippee. No one, including the person that should be serving behind the counter was there. I looked around to see if perhaps the missing person from behind the counter was close by. No sign of any staff. How unusual! Perhaps they'd all been zapped by Aliens. I waited and waited. I called out to see if perhaps said missing person was in the back, drinking tea and chatting with other missing counter persons. A rustle in the back finally produced a large lady with an even larger frown. Yep, I thought; definitely drinking tea, although the possibility of Alien intervention on a scale of one to ten was at least eleven.

''Hello. Can I have three of those, please?'' I said pointing to some crusty brown rolls.

The large frown glared at me and asked. ''Where's your ticket?''

I looked around. There was only me. I leaned toward the counter. ''Em, there's only me here.'' I answered.

''You still need a ticket. It's company policy,'' added the frown.

I was aghast. ''What! are you serious?'' I responded. It was very obvious that this Lady was very serious, considering the frown etched across her forehead. I suddenly had a moment of madness and felt the giggles surge. How hilarious. However, the giggles stopped surging and the hilarity vanished when the frown on that big forehead leaned closer and the word ''Yes'' echoed in my ear.

''Right, em... I'll just go get that ticket then.'' I said shrugging my shoulders. I headed for the little ticket holder suspended on the wall. I selected the ticket and went back to the bakery counter.

''That's for the meat counter.'' Smirked the frown, stabbing a finger in the air. ''The ticket machine for the bakery is over there.''

I looked at the bakery ticket machine on the other side of the supermarket. ''What's it doing all the way over there?'' I asked.

''The bakery counter is moving over there tomorrow.'' The frown had now escalated into a full blown smirk. A scary image, a frowning smirk. OMG. Feeling a little peeved I headed over to the machine. By the time I got there, ten other people had morphed out of thin air and were queueing for tickets. Sod that I thought, I'll get a loaf off the shelf.

Maneuvering an extremely difficult three point turn I headed to the meat counter. Ha! I already had a ticket for the meat counter. Standing at the meat counter I looked up to see the ticket number. Number fifty five. Great! I was fifty seven. I waited patiently for my turn, however I soon noticed fifty five was still fifty five and lots of different people were being served.

''Excuse me, but I'm fifty seven.'' I said to one of the male staff behind the counter pointing to the number.

He looked at me a little strange and said ''Really! You don't look fifty seven love.''

I dropped my ticket on the counter and with all the calm I could muster I said. ''My ticket is fifty seven. I don't look fifty seven, because I'm no where near FIFTY SEVEN.'' I wanted to add you blundering idiot, you ridiculous fool, you bloody moron, but my anger management consultant insists I don't use words like that, well not in public; where you can be arrested; like the last time.

''Ah. That doesn't work, it's broken see. You'll have to queue like everyone else.'' He said in a matter of fact tone.

''I have been queuing.'' I stated.

The bloody moron looked at me and said. ''You never said anything.''

I stared at the man and thanked God there was a counter between us. ''That's because I had a ticket, you know, company policy and all.'' I exclaimed.

The man pointed to the broken automated number thingy. ''Policy don't apply when it's broken love.'' He said. Bloody hell. I was starting to see red. By this stage the people from the bread counter were back from old frown face and starting to queue. For heavens sake I thought, I'll just get some prepacked stuff.

I decided to hit the aisles. No tickets required or blundering staff to deal with there. After browsing the aisles to no avail in search of peanut butter; I looked for a supermarket assistant. After struggling up and down a few aisles pushing what felt like a dead weight (veering to the left until I wanted to go left, only to veer to the right, staying still was a whole other ball came) I finally found an assistant. Having explained my dilemma, I found myself trundling back the way I'd come. I was beginning to feel a tad exasperated. My arms were aching from controlling the stupid damn trolley. I stopped for a minute to get my breath. Looking up, I saw a big sign advertising discounted wines. Ooh goody. Thoughts of peanut butter went to mush and I headed to the wine and spirits section.

To my delight there was a promotion on a particular white wine that I liked. Buy one get one free. I looked for the wine on the shelves. I couldn't see it. Back to the bloody assistant again, only to be told they'd ran out of that particular wine.

''Take the sign down then.'' I moaned. ''I've spent ages looking for it.'' I added.

''I don't know anything about it. It's not my section.'' The assistant said and turned back to what they were doing. Yeah, I thought, you all come from the same place. The land of 'I know nothing' and 'It's not my section' blah! blah! blah!

I glanced at my list. I wasn't doing very well at all. Cereal. Must have Special K. I need to look good in a little red dress. Well, forget the little; a red dress will do. My eyes darted back and forward over hundreds of cereal boxes. Special K with fruity bits, chocolate coating, yogurt covered, berry mix, added bran, clusters. No regular Special K insight. Damn. I grabbed a box of cereal and threw it in the gamy trolley. The cereal looked a little like the regular Special K and promised I'd lose 3 kilos in 3 days. I studied my list. I'd had enough and decided to quit before my head exploded or someone else's for that matter. I'd just get a bottle of gin. God knows I needed something to calm my nerves and the perfect G&T was that perfect something. Making another three point turn (giant dying octopus comes to mind) to the amusement of other shoppers, I trundled back to the wine and spirits section.

At least I had less than ten items. I'd go to the express check out. Did I say express checkout? I should have said the slowest check out in history. With the slowest cashier in history and the longest queue in the whole wide world full of people who can't count and shouldn't be allowed out on their own: Ever.

Oh! and by the way, the cereal tasted like crap. I guess that's why you lose the 3 kilos, because you can't eat your damn breakfast. Ahhh....

What do you hate most about shopping in supermarkets?

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      Gabriel Wilson 5 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      Tanx for reading truthfornow:)

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      truthfornow 6 years ago from New Orleans, LA

      Too funny!

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      I'm getting a little low on groceries; panic is setting in:-)

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      Lissa101 6 years ago from New Zealand

      I really enjoyed that, fantastic stuff lol

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      thehemu 6 years ago from New Delhi, India

      Now i get why all these pretty ladies looks like red hot iron just out of the furnace when i see them leaving out supermarket.

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      2patricias, I wish to God I could get mine delivered.

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      JamaGenee, sounds like you sure met a family member; I shudder to think how many more are out there.

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      2patricias 6 years ago from Sussex by the Sea

      Thanks for reminding me why I have my groceries delivered. It's worth every penny of the service charge.

      By the way - I would like to put a link from our hub on grocery shopping links - please respond if that is not okay with you. (Our hub is just straight - your's is funny).

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      Joanna McKenna 6 years ago from Central Oklahoma

      ROTFL! Thanks! Makes ya wonder how such places stay in business!

      As for the Frown behind the bakery counter who insisted you get a ticket before she could wait on you, I'm pretty sure years ago her sister or a cousin was the hostess on the graveyard shift at the coffee shop in the Silver Slipper casino in Las Vegas. It was 4 a.m. and everyone in my party of six could see that EVERY table (of dozens) in the place was empty. But not only did she tell us with a straight face that "I'll have to see if a table is available", she made us wait a good 10 minutes behind the velvet rope before she finally seated us!

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      That's certainly another reason to see red!

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      beverlyannblock 6 years ago from New York

      Not only does the supermarket puts a dent in our monies so does the gas. It is over $4.00 a gallon in New York USA

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      Maria Janta-Cooper 6 years ago from UK

      Amen. I'll never go to any horror supermarket ever! I'll better starve; anyway, it'll good for my shape! I'm very grateful for your detailed and desperate hub!

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      To be honest my cool was really a simmer about to boil. But hey, I guess even I'm seeing the funny side now. Tanx for reading.

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      Alfreta Sailor 6 years ago from Southern California

      Gabriel, this is beyond funny, I know, not for you, but, being so unbelievable makes it funny. Your hub seems like a scene right out of a comedy series, including the opening picture, one that would win an award. How you kept your cool is beyond even me, because I can be ever so calm under these types of circumstances. Anyway, this was too good. Voted up/funny/awesome!

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      Eiddwen 6 years ago from Wales

      Brilliant, with a great picture to start off and oh so true to life !!

      Thank you for sharing.

      Take care

      Eiddwen.

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      Ha! Ha! There's an idea!

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      gjwriter 6 years ago from Colorado

      Makes me want to learn to live on wild berries and pine cones :-). Very funny.

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      Gabriel Wilson 6 years ago from Madeira, Portugal

      The worst thing about this whole episode was the check out. Seriously; ten items means ten items and not a damn item more.

      Tanx for reading:) I'm calm now...

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      AllisonSchnur 6 years ago from Orlando

      Awesome article! You articulated the frustration of grocery stores just perfectly. I completely feel your pain and starvation does seem like a viable option some days.

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      Luis E Gonzalez 6 years ago from Miami, Florida

      God, I tried reading this one quickly, but alas! couldn't, I found myself laughing, almost to the point of tears at every fourth line. Thanks for making me laugh today.

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      Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

      Brilliant! Loved it, loved it!!!!

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