Indeed they are everywhere and they are for all. If i have counted correctly i have the choice of three on my five minute walk home after a spell on a red London bus. In a world far far away you would get your meat from your butcher, fruit and vegetables from your grocer and the papers from the newstands. Now you can can buy everything in the same place, genius i think surely?
Thia leads me to say that this paradise of everything is something i find rather iressistable almost everyday. With variety hailed as the spice of life our city supermarket cartainly deliver a fne blend. Once you are there a short visit can turn into much more and you couldn't run away from the choices on offer if you travelled at the speed of light in the oposite direction. My trips to Tesco at Liverpool St station are a sure fixture of my post work routine. A brief look at what will soon be yesterdays papers in case i've missed a trick, then i get caught up in the 'shall i have that,no maybe i might have that' process, followed by a spin in the deal zone as some of tem are known, a scramble in the reduced to clear and then finally.... the self checkout. They look uneasy, they shuffle anxiously and they are those that stand afraid of the self checkout. Many who do take part in have to get off before those rollercoaster dips get too deep. 'Assistance required' Unknown item in bagging area' signalling their departure. But for those like me it's like hook the duck in that you can't lose and while the rest are still feeling sick off the waltzer and theself checkout is all too much, i've already collected my clubcard points and shall be sure to return tomorrow.
I can only describe my visits as an unknown pleasure to a place i genuinely consider my city centre theme park.
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