It was my turn in the express checkout. I had to manoeuvre past a trolley someone had left in front of the checkout.
Trolleys shouldn’t go through there anyway, but this one had been abandoned, with a single bottle of wine in it (wrapped, so I assume paid for).
Why you need a trolley to carry a single bottle of wine, I don’t know. Why you would abandon them in the express lanes, I don’t know.
As my stuff was being scanned, I went and popped my basket onto the pile, and then went to move the trolley a metre or so, to a spot that was slightly less in the way of everyone.
A lady said “that’s mine. And I’m not finished.”
She looked around for whoever had been serving her before she decided to abandon her transaction midway through and go and get something else. (Another thing I hate.)
Turned out it was a
Safeway Woolworths Guy who had decided not to just stand there like a lump while she took her sweet time, but to help some Other Customer. Good on him.
And it turned out that the Other Customer had a query about the product, which took the Woolworths Guy off to check something on the shelf.
As I paid for my groceries, the Other Customer and the Woolworths Guy had returned and were still sorting out the product query, while Ms Unnecessary Trolley Abandon Lady looked on, fuming, having to wait her turn for the Woolworths Guy to finish.
heh. Excellent. That, my friends, is supermarket karma.
(By the way, the name might have changed, but they still have a scarcity of baskets at the other entrance.)