I’ve moaned about them on here before (not being able to understand that lifts go up as well as down to the car park where they’ve parked their jags) but I had another encounter today with a posh old bag today. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Waitrose, maybe I’m a gullible advertisers wet dream but I do believe Waitrose’s advertising slogan ‘good food, honestly priced’ is actually true (most of the time, no way were their own brand roast potatoes ‘good food’), their own brand stuff like cheese and bread tastes far nicer than their competitors versions (I’m lucky, there’s no monopoly where I live, I have a choice between Waitrose, Asda and Sainsburys) and okay they’re not the cheapest but that’s probably because they’re not trying to rip off the farmer and also if you want your food to taste nice, well a 23p loaf of bread, how much of a chance is there that that is going to taste nice? Actually even though Waitrose basics probably cost more I actually spend less in there than in the other two as I get seduced into buying the ‘special offers’ at Asda and Sainsburys and end up spending more (see I told you I was gullible), whereas Waitrose isn’t so much into their special offers, so I actually get what I actually need, which is far better all round. Anyway I’m digressing a bit, much as I love Waitrose, some of the people who shop in there are right old bags who probably think young mothers with children should have special segregated shopping hours of oh about 1/2 hour each day to coincide with the old biddies G & T time, grrhhh! Today one of the ‘lovely old dears’ barged past me whilst Boy Lacer was out of the pushchair so yes we were walking a bit slowly but he’s only just learnt to walk, going “Excuse me please!”, which sounds polite in theory but tone of voice is everything and it was a very very rude tone of voice. Maybe she knew what she was doing with that tone or maybe she realised after it popped out of that badly made up mouth of hers because after she barged past she turned round to look at me or maybe she sensed my evil eye boring into the back of her neck because yes I wasn’t looking overly happy about her rudeness so she goes “No need to look at me like that, I said please”, yes but it was the way you said it dear. Actually I didn’t reply, just stepped up the evil eye a bit, actually the original expression on my face wasn’t that much of a step up from my standard expression on my face when shopping with two small children, a buggy and a scooter in a major shopping destination. So anyway I narrowly avoided a fight in the bakery section and continued my shopping. The place was full of them though today, it was actually rather priceless when we got the lift back up to ground level, as soon as the doors to the lift slid open Girl Lacer sprung out of the lift like someone trying to audition for the pre-school all female casting of the Batman movies and she was going for the part of the Joker, actually she was just being exuberant (and when you’re 4 you’re allowed to be exuberant) but there was a row of chairs opposite the doors to the lift and today is was full of furred up old biddies and the looks on their faces when they saw Girl Lacer, hah! They’ll still be probably in this nation’s hospitals and nursing homes when Girl Lacer starts paying her taxes and it’ll be her taxes in a old person heavy society that will be paying for their care! Rant over.
