How cool is that picture?
This week was the worst week in the calendar. Time to get the school uniform. Occasionally in busy supermarkets I freak out a little and have to leave. Historically this trip is the worst. Last year I left all the clothes at the checkout, ran out of the shop (with Little Fink) and had to phone Mr Fink to calm me down!
Little Fink and I girded our loins and set out to our local hypermarket with M&S attached and headed for the uniform aisle. I had my list, Little Fink was in a good mood, we picked out all the stuff she needed, tried it on, picked the correct sizes, tried that all on again. After about 40 minutes we had everything we needed and got to the checkout. I'm starting to feel a little hemmed in by this time, losing my patience too. Little Fink was doing the "Isle of Sheppey - I need the toilet dance" but I couldn't take her to the loo as it was upstairs. I was second in the queue with 2 assistants serving, the outlook was bright.
Then, the female customer at the till said, "Do you have any of those nice red t-shirts, they wash so well." The assistant abandoned her post and went off with the customer to find the t-shirts.
That did me.
In the middle of M&S, I threw my head back, pointed my chin to the ceiling and groaned, "OH MY GOD!" I looked round at the other people in the queue who were looking at me as if I had grown 2 heads or something and I said, "Don't look at me like that, It's what you are all thinking too." The assistant arrived back, the queue moved along and all was calm.
I thought i was quite good not to go on the rampage with a coat hangar or two!
