Saturday, 19 September 2015
Is it personal?
Oh yes, I thought, cheese, and headed off toward the battalions of cheeses not a care in the world.
Suddenly there was a rush of movement from a shelf up above my head to the left and moving too slowly to avoid it, I received the full benefit of a plastic tray of pots of cream which hit the floor with a crash which split most of them, spraying me with a liberal coating of thick gooey cream.
My jacket, skirt, shoes legs and bag were all covered.
A nearby shelf-filler rushed to my aid with a roll of paper towels which made things a hundred times worse, and when I said it needed to be wet wipes the response was a blank look.
I headed for the manager told him the tale whereupon he produced a large pack of wet wipes, apologised profusely for the behaviour of the wayward cream pots and offered to have my jacket professionally cleaned (they have a dry cleaning facility within the store).
When I said I wanted just to get home and put everything into the washing machine (myself included), he gave me £10 for the taxi home and said, "if the marks don't wash out bring the clothes in here and we'll get them out for you"
Needless to say I was barely through the door when my clothes were off and into the machine and I collapsed into a chair (in underwear only) with a coffee.
My brain tells me these things happen to lots of people on a daily basis, but somehow it feels as though I am being singled out.
Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean it's not true.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 1:28:00 pm