In the Supermarket
Tesco is a famous kind of supermarket. There's nothing so super about a supermarket - they just want you to think it's super. That's not to mention hypermarkets, which must be in a different league altogether.
In my view, it's better to grow food than to buy it, but if you're buying it get it from nearby, from somewhere trustworthy. It's better to buy with no packaging than with tons of illustrations attached to the food (think carefully: are you enjoying the food or what the picture tells you the food should be like?). Lots of things are better, but they are not necessarily convenient in some kinds of lifestyles.
So, in the absence of the above, we go to Tesco.
Today I wanted to tell you a few strange things that Tesco have offered me in the way of unusual experiences recently.
Not the man who bought a single banana and asked for a bag.
Not the homeless man who dashed in to steal food and took...chocolate cake.
Not the young men who looked so pleased with themselves for stealing pizzas.
Not the lady who bumped into everyone she passed in the shop.
No, this is to do with the conversations you find at the end of your journey to hunt and gather a simple meal of yoghurts and curry meals (taking an example at random). Because there are people who take your money in exchange for the goods you want, and those people sometimes like to have a bit of a chat with you. Do you have that? It's fine, but listen to what they say. It's rather odd in my Tesco (when I can actually understand what they are getting at).
A relatively normal conversation was proceeding when one man asked me, "are you Chinese?"
What do you think of that? Look at my picture...do I resemble your typical citizen of the Middle Kingdom? I wonder what made him ask if I'm from China? It's EXTREMELY odd!
The other one is less strange but I still remembered it. I bought two muffins and the following exchange took place:
Man: "......(indecipherable)...."
Me: "What?"
Man: "You have party?"
Me: "...party?" (thinks: what is he talking about?)
Man: "You buy cake. You have party!"
Me: "Oh. No. Well, I suppose I could....Good idea." (leaves)
That's on the evidence of two muffins (blueberry). Whatever next?
Maybe they are nervous. I would like to set them at ease but I'm too apprehensive of what they're going to come up with next!
And this is neither the time nor the place to relate what I have heard from taxi drivers over the years! Maybe one day.
The funny thing might be...are these people wondering at my strange behaviour?
In my view, it's better to grow food than to buy it, but if you're buying it get it from nearby, from somewhere trustworthy. It's better to buy with no packaging than with tons of illustrations attached to the food (think carefully: are you enjoying the food or what the picture tells you the food should be like?). Lots of things are better, but they are not necessarily convenient in some kinds of lifestyles.
So, in the absence of the above, we go to Tesco.
Today I wanted to tell you a few strange things that Tesco have offered me in the way of unusual experiences recently.
Not the man who bought a single banana and asked for a bag.
Not the homeless man who dashed in to steal food and took...chocolate cake.
Not the young men who looked so pleased with themselves for stealing pizzas.
Not the lady who bumped into everyone she passed in the shop.
No, this is to do with the conversations you find at the end of your journey to hunt and gather a simple meal of yoghurts and curry meals (taking an example at random). Because there are people who take your money in exchange for the goods you want, and those people sometimes like to have a bit of a chat with you. Do you have that? It's fine, but listen to what they say. It's rather odd in my Tesco (when I can actually understand what they are getting at).
A relatively normal conversation was proceeding when one man asked me, "are you Chinese?"
What do you think of that? Look at my picture...do I resemble your typical citizen of the Middle Kingdom? I wonder what made him ask if I'm from China? It's EXTREMELY odd!
The other one is less strange but I still remembered it. I bought two muffins and the following exchange took place:
Man: "......(indecipherable)...."
Me: "What?"
Man: "You have party?"
Me: "...party?" (thinks: what is he talking about?)
Man: "You buy cake. You have party!"
Me: "Oh. No. Well, I suppose I could....Good idea." (leaves)
That's on the evidence of two muffins (blueberry). Whatever next?
Maybe they are nervous. I would like to set them at ease but I'm too apprehensive of what they're going to come up with next!
And this is neither the time nor the place to relate what I have heard from taxi drivers over the years! Maybe one day.
The funny thing might be...are these people wondering at my strange behaviour?
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