Didcot Tesco Late

Didcot Tesco is full of freaks and wierdos once it gets past 9:30 at night. Single blokes in their fifties with greasy unwashed hair, goggle-eyed outcasts with trolleys full of cat food. People spending longer at the single reduced counter than anywhere else in the store. The shoppers aren't much better.

And then I looked at myself also going round the shop, on my own at that time of night, with a trolley full of cat and dog food, chocolate bisuits, 5 packs fo reduced salad at 10 p each, and a 12 pack of Red Bull.

Oh well. Can't be choosers and all that.

I also can't believe where they get the night time shelf stackers. They almost intentionally get in your way when you're trying to get things off the shelves, they complete far more conversations than shelves stacked, they have no concept that the customers might be the important ones in the store, even at that time of night. Last night, there were several just sitting around slagging each other off. I was half expecting them to pull out a box of cigarettes and a load of cans of lager. When I tried to reach something behind them, I was given a look more withering than the Queen's minders would if you farted in front of her. Of course, they might have been trying to comprehend that fact that I could use words with more than one syllable, and could actually read the sides of the packets.