Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Food shopping is something I have to do but like to get over and done with as quickly and painlessly as possibly so this morning, having loaded my trolley and looked in vain for a checkout with less than a hundred customers patiently waiting, (OK exaggeration, but minor!) I drew up at the one with the shortest queue and grumbled to the lady in front of me about the urgent need for more open checkouts rather than employees standing around watching us queueing. We both agreed that we don't use the self-service checkouts on principle and then she told me that she has discovered that, if the people waiting ensure that they are blocking the aisle so that people still shopping can't get past, the powers that be open up another checkout sooner rather than later.
So that's what we did - and they did!
Power to the shoppers!
Next, to Boots with a prescription for Keith's new painkillers. Normally, we get prescriptions renewed over the phone and then I pick them up at the chemist, but today, Keith had been to the doc's (arm twisted up his back) and come back clutching the prescription in his mitt. You may recall that I have done battle with this branch of Boots in the past and taken my custom elsewhere but, for convenience, today I went in with the prescription, only to be told that they 'don't have a contract for NHS presecriptions', which I had forgotten, but which seems just as senseless to me now as it ever did. What is the point of a branch of Boots the chemist which can't dispense prescriptions?
(I'll probably get barred from there soon.)