Take the new Tesco Express in Teignmouth. Quite a cramped site that does nothing to ease the almost constant congestion through town (the district council always seem to ignore highways advice as far as supermarkets are concerned). Now, say I was to try it for petrol. I get behind some old wreck which was filling up. The man finishes his filling and goes off for the queue to pay, where he is innocently observed by M as she gets some cash out. She comes out to reassure me he is in the (long) queue.
Ten minutes later, with M back in the supermarket through boredom, and her having had to dip out of the queue to pay because I still hadn't filled up, after cars 3 and 4 have gone past on the pumps either side, my mood is seething as I am still waiting for him to move forward, and unable to back out. Then he comes out with a bag of shopping which he has bought after going round the queue for a second time. He has a dog collar. He is a vicar. Selfish bastard! That's just the history of the established church in a nutshell. And I have known many vicars, most of whom who are pussycats and lovely people. This one I could have strangled. I wish I knew where he lived.
I thought the Blog title could raise my profile with MI5.
2 comments:
I think that has less to do with vicars than it does to do with Shitco. I've never understood why a petrol station needs to have a fully fledged supermarket attached to it(and to be fair, Esso, BP, and the like are becoming ever more so to blame as well).
By all means, a small shop to pick up the odd essential item. But there's really no need to be picking up your weekly shop.
I am a bit surprised you never said anything to him - I think I would have done, dog collar or no!
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