butterflyuk

I must do some Christmas shopping today. Some of my employees are finishing early next week. One is retiring so double problem. I used to be a shopoholic, loved shopping but these days nothing is same. I can't be bothered about anything.

Wouldn't dare to go to Trafford centre which I knew must be crowded to the rims so decided to go Makro Wholesaler. (I still can't do the links on here otherwise I would have!I don't see any "i" to click on) Incidently couple of years ago when I went to Benidorm for Christmas a big Makro store was right behind the hotel. It spoilt my holiday. It's like seeing your neighbour on your holiday!

Makro is just a big supermarket rather than wholesaler in my view.I had seen some gifts in the advert so I knew what I wanted. This year everyone is getting the same present to make my life easier. After fighting my way on the jewellary counter for a watch for the retiring lady I trotted down to the electrical bay. I had to check quite a few before I could get six decent boxes that didn't look like they have been rescued from a bomb site. Got a DVD/book on Yoga class for myself. Now, I promise this is my last story on shopping trolley.......... you won't believe it...The trolley is full with big boxes and I want to see some cloths and shoes so I left it in a corner by a pillar. When I come back to it a few minutes later, it is not there. I looked and looked, asked and asked, stamped my feet and closed my fists - I felt like crying....."it wasn't paid for so no problem" - a teenie weenie Makro temping assistant utters! Yeehhh..go back in your pram, you silly little boy! "It must have been you putting all back on the shelf", I said, "trying impress your boss". I had to go out, get another trolley and do the whole frustrating excercise again!!!!!!

Why are shopping trolleys taking a revenge on me? Surely past life debts (my own previous blog..LOL...So I am having a dig) only apply to living things! From now on I refuse to use trolleys.