Shopping. Aaargh! *Headdesk*
Nov. 26th, 2016 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Shopping at Asda, and so is everyone else.
Roll up to the wheelchair accessible accessible till. (Only one I can use due to the width of the clip-on wheelchair trolley)
Someone being served, someone unloading a very full trolley, couple in front of me with a trolley packed to the gunwhales.
Mutter, mutter.
"Would you like to go in front," says the guy in front, "we've got loads".
I'm not sure they actually had more items than me, theirs were just bigger, so I said, "No, you were here first", while feeling embarrassed at their generosity versus my ill grace
One of Asda's junior managers then appears (remarkable how they're all young men, and the till staff aren't). "If you go over to the self-service aisle I'll have one of our staff put everything through for you."
Dubious, but "Okay"
Get to the self-service aisle, staffer is pleasant, but a bit dubious it will help. First we have to find an aisle we can join, while she keeps being pulled away for people with "unknown item in bagging area"
Finally we join an aisle, the two girls in front of us are taking forever. Can't help noticing the couple with the packed trolley are loading their last few items onto the conveyor.
Eventually get to swipe stuff through, and it turns out the self-service aisles really aren't designed for wheelies. The 'bagging area' is far too low, so the staffer has to hit "I don't want to bag this item' before every item, then turn and put it in my bags on the clip-on trolley. Even doing that she has to override the system with her card about five times.
Time saved? Umm, took about three times as long.(And the staffer was touchy-feely, so I got patted on shoulder/back three or four times, which really doesn't help)
Aaaarrrrgh!
Roll up to the wheelchair accessible accessible till. (Only one I can use due to the width of the clip-on wheelchair trolley)
Someone being served, someone unloading a very full trolley, couple in front of me with a trolley packed to the gunwhales.
Mutter, mutter.
"Would you like to go in front," says the guy in front, "we've got loads".
I'm not sure they actually had more items than me, theirs were just bigger, so I said, "No, you were here first", while feeling embarrassed at their generosity versus my ill grace
One of Asda's junior managers then appears (remarkable how they're all young men, and the till staff aren't). "If you go over to the self-service aisle I'll have one of our staff put everything through for you."
Dubious, but "Okay"
Get to the self-service aisle, staffer is pleasant, but a bit dubious it will help. First we have to find an aisle we can join, while she keeps being pulled away for people with "unknown item in bagging area"
Finally we join an aisle, the two girls in front of us are taking forever. Can't help noticing the couple with the packed trolley are loading their last few items onto the conveyor.
Eventually get to swipe stuff through, and it turns out the self-service aisles really aren't designed for wheelies. The 'bagging area' is far too low, so the staffer has to hit "I don't want to bag this item' before every item, then turn and put it in my bags on the clip-on trolley. Even doing that she has to override the system with her card about five times.
Time saved? Umm, took about three times as long.(And the staffer was touchy-feely, so I got patted on shoulder/back three or four times, which really doesn't help)
Aaaarrrrgh!
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Date: 2016-11-26 08:41 pm (UTC)Hard on the locals, I know :,) but it seems the only answer. Being in crowded stores scrapes away my last nerve. I become surly even when people are being nice to me.
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Date: 2016-11-27 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-27 02:31 am (UTC)Oh my lord I hate that!
It sets off my startle reflex/PTSD/hypervigilance,
it often aggravates my neck/shoulder pain
and it feels SOOOOOO condescending/patronising.
I've started to respond to unwelcome touching by supermarket staff/strangers with a curt "Please don't touch me, I have chronic pain"
They act taken aback but
a) they don't do it again
b) it makes me feel less helpless
c) the bad feelings go where they belong (the person who touched me without asking first) rather than being bottled up inside me and adversely affecting my mental health.
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Date: 2016-11-27 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-28 03:41 am (UTC)They can have an explanation afterwards, but for now GET OFF AND STOP TOUCHING ME.
Ugh, sympathies.
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Date: 2016-11-28 03:39 am (UTC)I did this one morning with 3 bottles of red wine, the fumes were horrendous!
Bad design or what? Not even a lip to catch the items if they roll back!