I was in Asda a few minutes ago, doing my usual frustrated shuffle behind slow-moving gawpers. Immediately in front of me, a couple are obviously looking for something specific. She heads for the International Foods aisle, but her shaven-headed, tattooed and string-vested consort points out “nah, that’s for all that fackin’ foreign shit”.
So they do a quick about turn into the next aisle. “Yeah, thassit”, he mutters, as they make a beeline for the…
Dolmio pasta sauces!
I coughed a little laugh into my basket.
Well, if you will go into Sutton Asda what can you expect? If you really want an experience, try the one at Beddington. Chav mothers slapping 7 bells out of their kids, ‘stop crying you little farkin’ caaaaant, you’re embarrassing me!”
Supermarkets are a window on the worst of the human condition, once day it’ll be me with an uzi in Sutton Tesco.
Are you sure that you hadn’t accidentally strayed into Farm Foods?
Haha! Farm Foods is great… like the biggest contradiction ever encapsulated in a business name. “Factory Foods” would just be far too honest and boring ;-)