I’m sorry. It’s just the way the day went. It was gone 7pm, and I needed to be back home, having bought two pillows.
It was Morrison’s or nothing, and all they had that I could afford were microfibre bottles – I mean pillows. Those ones made out of ‘recycled’ plastic bottles. They boast about it as though turning a visible eco-disaster into an invisible one is a virtue.
And you know what, despite it being an unremarkable Monday evening, I had to queue my way out of Morrison’s. I like to use tills staffed by humans, because it’s nicer, but also because I assume most of the staff in those shops hope to keep their jobs.
Taking the piss Morrison’s? The shop wasn’t entirely deserted – it had customers in it – but only ONE of its 20 human-service tills was operational. So I had to queue.
Friends, organise your days better than I did today, and if you want a decent pillow, or more than a skeleton staff, avoid Morrison’s.
PS What shall I do when the pillows are wore out, burn them? Would ten minutes of toxic smoke be better or worse than adding to the microfibre nightmare?
PPS Oh look at that, my photo of Morrison’s is from before they took the clock away. That’s another service they can’t be bothered to provide any more.
Your sincerely, Kay Victor Meldrew Green
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