Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Day in Aldi

Habitual shopping involves going to the same shop, the same way, the same time.
Since returning from overseas, there is freedom from fear. No fear in imported products, and new places and different ways of doing things.
Aldi needed a map and directions, driving in unfamiliar territory.
Aldi needed thought and bags and a clear head.
Aisles were different, products different.
The list was short (gelatine, cleaning products, tuna).

There were four aisles - up and down, up and down.
Books and metal, tyre levers and dog food. Masses of milk (but no Dairy Farmers). Fascinating stuff. No gelatine to be found. I am sure they had cleaning products but not seen through the dazzle.

Car number ZZZ 000 has left their lights on - called the checkout chick (apologising because they have no loudspeaker to those around).

The crumpled queue bent to allow a trolley past. The motley crowd bound tightly, bubble edges melding but quickly broken and reformed as we filtered through.

bought; five books, a chocolate, strawberries and mushrooms.

That is what happens when you travel.

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