I have a feeling it was the Maypole Grocery not the Metropole, the thing that fascinated me in the Co-op was the counter assistant putting your money in a box then into a tube and pulling a handle, it shot away to the office and your change came back very quickly, no calculators then. G/G it may well have been a privilege being brought up as we were in a village although at the time that was normality to us, of course we saw kids with no shoes or boots, broken sand shoes in all weather and yes they wore rags were dirty most likely hungry but we all skinny dipped together down the Old Mill beck and played our games on the Green. My Mother would give me a parcel and say slip that behind Mrs H's front door her husband was in jail, do not let her see you, to some charity was an aberration if seen to be given, all doors were open so I always managed. Nothing would ever be said, we all played together the H boy and Girl, sometimes I would recognise an old jumper or trousers but knew to keep my mouth shut. People helped each other but did not crow about it, if the Vicar was collecting for the poor his bag would fill even though the givers did not have that much themselves, a different world, not one I hanker after sitting here with my central heating power shower "oh" and Panackelty cooking in the oven, I found a packet of sandwich corn beef near the sell by date so that settled the tea. Remember the past but I always say never go back.
Dont come on here very often know -to busy working all hours to survive-still see Frank describing the place I work as Tospots -despite me asking him not and how much that annoyed me
Think of the staff who work in supermarkets-we don't have time for a cheery chat-or the inclinatioin most days-there is nothing more annoying than a customer who wants to engage in conversation we have a job to do and want to get on with it-why do people feel the need to get the wallet or purse out at the last minute-what a surprise you have to pay !!
As for those who cant cope worth self -service tills-words fail me -is is not brain surgery and is so much quicker-I am surprised some of them can park their cars without someone doing it for them
Oh and the carpark is not a place to dump the trolley either!!
"Oh dear" we are off again. 1) the supermarket I use the most I have done since it opened. 2) the Staff are old friends who have mainly worked there most of that time, some were once neighbours, kids went to school together and met each other in the local hostelry's. 3) You know when it is not convenient to chat as you pack and believe it as ex army I can do that fast, wallet always ready store card out. 4) it is the Staff who normally initiate the chat as they put the stuff through and they can do both with ease after all a BA is not needed and they are often bored to tears. They ask after people we knew and one chap who once worked for me tells me of others who have been in the shop lately all whilst both still hard at it. I have my own bags, loose stuff straight in the trolley. 5) I am often greeted by the Staff on the check out "oh at last a smiling face, I have had some right mingers through here today" and they chat as we go, believe it or not about gardening last Friday. 6) "self service is not brain surgery"??? when one of the girls said come on I will put them through for you we ended up with her a supervisor and me then left a small pile on the bench that would not go through, the first and last time I would rather queue and the lady grabbed by the self service checkout police for a re-check looked as if she would never shop there again I would not. 7) I got the name I use from one of the staff who also called it Despots after a wrangle over Christmas OT, it is not my policy to advertise blatantly I think one of the rules on here is you do not. 8) If you click on my name and press do not show then you need never read anything by me ever again easy, try it. Not a rant a statement of fact, people do have stressful jobs as I once had, I worked it off in the garden not in my writings.
Is there a full moon today or something? There seem to be a lot of misunderstandings in various threads and OH and I have also just had an argument over something silly!
OH and I had a slight misunderstanding yesterday. Haven't looked to see if there is a full moon! We usually get on very well Where there are lots of people with different views and characters there are bound to be some misunderstandings. Let's hope it all calms down soon.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
small rant coming forth,I was walking the dogs through a wooded valley with a stream running along side leading to an open area of open grass leading to the river.This is a place of wild life and beauty spoilt by dirty humans dumping litter,beds,chairs,litter of all sorts,plastics,bikes etc,detritus of humans worse than anything an animal could do.This was a place some 30 years ago was were you could walk with out seeing litter every inch of the way.The people who live here dump things over their fences (including plastic windows)yet they have a lovely out look that they and others just don't care about grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Lazy Gardener, aggression was a part of my life for many years and now I like an easy none aggressive life, that does not mean I lay down and let people walk over me. You work for a company that by its nature is aggressive in all it does and they are not there to hand out posies. My comments are about all such firms and by these pages I am not the only one who thinks that way, the Staff working for them are as a rule patient and pleasant to deal with, I have seen some of the customers who think the of Staff as underlings to do their bidding and that is not me. If they wish to chat I do if not I pack and vanish although it does not often happen in any of the big markets. You had two direct bats at me now I end it, I am sorry if I upset you but it is easy to click off my posts if you so wish I will answer queries if needed but when it gets personal then there will be no further defending myself where I see no need.
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I have a feeling it was the Maypole Grocery not the Metropole, the thing that fascinated me in the Co-op was the counter assistant putting your money in a box then into a tube and pulling a handle, it shot away to the office and your change came back very quickly, no calculators then.
G/G it may well have been a privilege being brought up as we were in a village although at the time that was normality to us, of course we saw kids with no shoes or boots, broken sand shoes in all weather and yes they wore rags were dirty most likely hungry but we all skinny dipped together down the Old Mill beck and played our games on the Green. My Mother would give me a parcel and say slip that behind Mrs H's front door her husband was in jail, do not let her see you, to some charity was an aberration if seen to be given, all doors were open so I always managed. Nothing would ever be said, we all played together the H boy and Girl, sometimes I would recognise an old jumper or trousers but knew to keep my mouth shut. People helped each other but did not crow about it, if the Vicar was collecting for the poor his bag would fill even though the givers did not have that much themselves, a different world, not one I hanker after sitting here with my central heating power shower "oh" and Panackelty cooking in the oven, I found a packet of sandwich corn beef near the sell by date so that settled the tea.
Remember the past but I always say never go back.
Frank.
Dont come on here very often know -to busy working all hours to survive-still see Frank describing the place I work as Tospots -despite me asking him not and how much that annoyed me
Think of the staff who work in supermarkets-we don't have time for a cheery chat-or the inclinatioin most days-there is nothing more annoying than a customer who wants to engage in conversation we have a job to do and want to get on with it-why do people feel the need to get the wallet or purse out at the last minute-what a surprise you have to pay !!
As for those who cant cope worth self -service tills-words fail me -is is not brain surgery and is so much quicker-I am surprised some of them can park their cars without someone doing it for them
Oh and the carpark is not a place to dump the trolley either!!
End of rant
Bad day Lazy Gardener?
"Oh dear" we are off again.
1) the supermarket I use the most I have done since it opened.
2) the Staff are old friends who have mainly worked there most of that time, some were once neighbours, kids went to school together and met each other in the local hostelry's.
3) You know when it is not convenient to chat as you pack and believe it as ex army I can do that fast, wallet always ready store card out.
4) it is the Staff who normally initiate the chat as they put the stuff through and they can do both with ease after all a BA is not needed and they are often bored to tears. They ask after people we knew and one chap who once worked for me tells me of others who have been in the shop lately all whilst both still hard at it.
I have my own bags, loose stuff straight in the trolley.
5) I am often greeted by the Staff on the check out "oh at last a smiling face, I have had some right mingers through here today" and they chat as we go, believe it or not about gardening last Friday.
6) "self service is not brain surgery"??? when one of the girls said come on I will put them through for you we ended up with her a supervisor and me then left a small pile on the bench that would not go through, the first and last time I would rather queue and the lady grabbed by the self service checkout police for a re-check looked as if she would never shop there again I would not.
7) I got the name I use from one of the staff who also called it Despots after a wrangle over Christmas OT, it is not my policy to advertise blatantly I think one of the rules on here is you do not.
8) If you click on my name and press do not show then you need never read anything by me ever again easy, try it.
Not a rant a statement of fact, people do have stressful jobs as I once had, I worked it off in the garden not in my writings.
Frank.
Dont know why you had me so nasty Frank-seems to a nice little gang of fans you have here-who hang on your every word
Is there a full moon today or something? There seem to be a lot of misunderstandings in various threads and OH and I have also just had an argument over something silly!
OH and I had a slight misunderstanding yesterday. Haven't looked to see if there is a full moon! We usually get on very well
Where there are lots of people with different views and characters there are bound to be some misunderstandings. Let's hope it all calms down soon.
small rant coming forth,I was walking the dogs through a wooded valley with a stream running along side leading to an open area of open grass leading to the river.This is a place of wild life and beauty spoilt by dirty humans dumping litter,beds,chairs,litter of all sorts,plastics,bikes etc,detritus of humans worse than anything an animal could do.This was a place some 30 years ago was were you could walk with out seeing litter every inch of the way.The people who live here dump things over their fences (including plastic windows)yet they have a lovely out look that they and others just don't care about grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Lazy Gardener, aggression was a part of my life for many years and now I like an easy none aggressive life, that does not mean I lay down and let people walk over me. You work for a company that by its nature is aggressive in all it does and they are not there to hand out posies.
My comments are about all such firms and by these pages I am not the only one who thinks that way, the Staff working for them are as a rule patient and pleasant to deal with, I have seen some of the customers who think the of Staff as underlings to do their bidding and that is not me. If they wish to chat I do if not I pack and vanish although it does not often happen in any of the big markets.
You had two direct bats at me now I end it, I am sorry if I upset you but it is easy to click off my posts if you so wish I will answer queries if needed but when it gets personal then there will be no further defending myself where I see no need.
Back to Gardening Frank.