So, yesterday, Dr K and I were expecting a visit from my parents for dinner when we realised that we had nothing in to make the cottage pie that I had promised them.
So we had to pop to the supermaket and, in our infinite wisdom, decided to visit the enormous new Tesco in Yate.
Big mistake.
As soon as we entered the outskirts of Yate, we were confronted by idiot drivers who seemed to want nothing more than to delay our arrival, or even bar it completely. And the closer we got to the supermarket car-park, which is huge and underground, the slower and more obstructive they became.
Once parked, we had to join the thronged mass of chavs riding the conveyor belt up to the entrance. Honestly, it was just like queuing to get into the supermarket.
And then we had to fight our way round the supermarket for the armful of groceries we needed, before being confronted by an idiot cashier who barely knew his arse from his elbow.
Eventually, we managed to pay and leave, which got us home just in time to cook dinner before the parents arrived.
Woohoo.
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