We want you to suffer . . .
Today's visit was a corker - the foetid smell from the fish counter had funnelled down the chilled meat aisle in some evil freak of thermals and drafts, and browsing the same aisle were two shambling people who seemed to have had a religious objection to bathing.
The smell was breathtaking - literally. In one place, Morrisons had managed to create a stench so bad, that even a skunk with a bad cold would have reached for some air freshener.
The visit was made complete by the checkout girl who clearly wanted to be somewhere else. She spent five minutes ignoring the queue of shoppers to talk to a friend who walked up to her, never made eye contact with anyone and mumbled "fivenineee" when she rang up my shopping - which bore no relation to what it had actually come to. She even had to look again at the receipt to check she'd pulled out the right change.
Bless.
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Hmmmmmmmmmmmm............ I recognise those pictures
Oh did you mean welcome to Camden, Morrisons?!