The other day I took an excursion into alien territory (Waitrose) and I realised I’m becoming a properly grumpy old woman. So many things got on my nerves which were really not a big deal at all.
So what was I doing in the Alien Land of Waitrose? Why, I was clicking and collecting some stuff for my new house of course.
The 50-something man behind the counter brought out a package for the 50-something woman in front of me, told her it was heavy and offered to carry it to her car. He brought out my two big heavy boxes of door handles, topped off with a package containing my curtains and… Left me to it. Left me to stagger to my car under the weight of it all. Thanks for that.
While I was there I nipped into the actual shop to buy supplies for the hungry and thirsty workers (me). The woman behind the till partner asked me if I had a ‘My Waitrose’ card. Seriously? Me? Couldn’t she see I was too
young cool edgy scruffy to be an actual Waitrose shopper?!
Being a woman, I like to multi-task (I can tweet and cook, sometimes I can even do it without setting the smoke alarm off), so I decided to phone Boots to check my prescription was in. Such a simple system. You order online from the surgery and it will be ready in 48 hours. Then you ring Boots to ask them to collect it. Then you go in to pick it up and… The prescription wasn’t ready, they’re out of what you need, the prescription has gone to the other shop, their dog was sick on the prescription (maybe that last one isn’t true). My hands are bright red, throbbing and swollen with my eczema and the prescription which should have been ready on Thursday will be ready on Saturday. A mere five days after I ordered it. You may wonder why I don’t just pick it up from the doctor’s myself. Frankly I’m terrified of the car park. It’s always so busy, the spaces are too tight and there is zero room for manoeuvre. When I’m on that car park, I’m an accident waiting to happen.
Whilst on the Waitrose premises, I went to the cash machine to take some money out. It told me I could take out £640. Awesome. I asked for £300 as I needed to pay the carpet fitter. But I’m only allowed to take out £250. Well why the flip did you offer me £640, then?!
And so to the final insult. The Waitrose car park. The arrows make you drive around every inch of that car park, including sending you up a level and back down again, before finally releasing you back into the real world.
I had been in that alien world a mere 14 minutes and felt myself extremely riled. I am a grumpy old woman.