I walked into the corner shop today.
I visit it a few times a week, so the staff know me. They know my habits, they know my purchase history, they know more about me and my daily life than most people do.
So when I scurried around the aisles looking confused, I think they knew something was up. They thought I’d lost my purse again or that I was off my meds, either way, it was actually none of the above.
I honestly thought that quorn mince would be next to normal mince. Turns out it isn’t. My bad. The next 5 minutes of me peering into displays and shelves must’ve been bizarre, because by the end I was being well and truly stared at.
Finally, I found my quorn, in the freezer section (who knew) alongside some vegetarian sausages.
Now, I wasn’t sure if someone in the shop had foreseen my visit and proceeded to draw a smiley face on the packet, as a joke, or whether this was an actual brand element:
I’m still not sure.
As I headed to the checkout, Sally looked at my basket with obvious confusion. Expecting an explanation, an awkward pause ensued.
It felt like it lasted forever. I had to break it with “just these today please”.
Still utterly confused, Sally put through my items in unusual silence.
Well. That was awkward.