Bagging Area

Nothing riles me more than spending more time than I need to in an overcrowded supermarket. Take Thursday afternoon for instance. What should have been a leisurely stroll about the special offers aisle turned into a scrum for discounted disposable barbeques and ten packs of party poppers. Yes I am aware there was a bank holiday looming but anyone would think the end of the world was nigh judging by the overloaded trolleys and grim faces of my fellow shoppers. Seizing the opportunity to leave I joined a lengthy queue and waited. And waited. And waited for the people in front to load their last supper of bumper packs of crisps, bread rolls and cheap ale onto the checkout. They then proceeded to confuse the poor lass on the till with a variety of requests for change in different denominations, it culminated in a till roll malfunction and a stern word from the supervisor. Absolutely tee-ed off I made my way over to the self service section where a machine ordered me in a shrill, sharp voice to 'PLACE MY ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA' after I put a sack of spuds in my Bag for Life. The robot of hard knocks continued to tell me off throughout the proceedings, especially when I placed my Bag for Life in the bagging area - where surely it belongs - and it practically screamed 'UNEXPECTED ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA'. Feeling a surge of rage I decided to take matters in my own hands and held a sit down protest in the bagging area as the machine chanted it's mantra 'UNEXPECTED ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA' until security were called and I was quietly taken to a newly opened till staffed by a real human being.