Last night we went to Sainsbury’s and it was ever-so-slightly hilarious, comical and daft with a bit of his and hers shopping going on. Just as well we didn’t bump into anyone we knew!
Rachel was determined to learn from previous shopping exploits and avoid finding herself in the same position. Same position? Missing shopping trolley, missing husband and a missing shopping list. So with this in mind, her approach was:
- Allow me to pay for the shopping trolley (you now have to use a £1 coin to release the trolley and you get this back afterwards) a tad frustrating but I guess it lowers the likelihood of local scallywags distributing them in hedges, people’s front gardens etc
- Patiently indulge me as I demonstrate the ease and delights of the Scan & Shop system. This is where you scan barcodes as you go, thus avoiding the tedious process of placing everything onto a checkout conveyor belt and repacking again. Not to mention it avoids the queues
- Systematically go up and down every aisle, looking for bargains and anything which may or may not be on the shopping list
- Cling tightly, very tightly, to the shopping trolley to ensure I don’t wander off with it. Apparently I have some form with this, can’t imagine why
- Scan every item, while peering in a quizzical kind of way with “do we really need that at this price?” running through her mind. Rachel didn’t say anything, didn’t have to, I know her so well. I just smiled sweetly.
- Had the cutest, mischievous look on her face
And my approach? I had the list, I darted around selecting said items and plonked them into the trolley whenever I could find Rachel. Easy, saves drifting up and down all those aisles. Rush through the checkout, couldn’t be easier.
This whole experience possibly illustrates the different approaches we have.
Apparently it’s to do with being a man: I target shop. I go in and grab what I need and get out as fast as I can. Job done. Do what you need to do and that’s that.
Rachel, on the other hand, likes to peruse, see what’s there and think ahead to the future with “this might be handy for Christmas; as it’s on offer, I’ll stock up….”.
I never did get my hands on the trolley while we were in Sainsbury’s. Nevertheless it seemed to work okay. We got what we needed, nobody was frustrated and we didn’t spend too much. Success! It was so nice at home, finally collapsing onto the sofa with a half price cake for a bit of TV and then off to bed….. Bliss!
Same on our house!
Well that’s good to know I’m not alone with this! Hope you are well Tim?
Oh no, sounds just like Mister E. I like to push the trolley methodically, up and down every aisle in turn, starting at one end of the store and finishing at the other, job done! Mister E? He leap frogs aisles, goes round, in circles, turns this way and that, all at breakneck speed ( how he never knocks over a display stand bewilders me), and finally crawls through the check-out exhausted. If we shop together, it’s like going through a garden maze separately, I keep catching glimpses of him and then next moment, he’s gone. Yes, must be a man thing.
I already like Mister E, clearly a very nice chap.