Rob wanted to show me where he had been on his cycle ride the night before so we went out for a bit of a ride in the car before setting off for Hurst Castle.
The road that Rob used, was actually closed for maintenance that day so it meant that we had to go a different route through the village and in turn that meant that we couldn’t quite follow the route Rob had taken. After a few wrong turns we actually ended up in somewhere called ………… It was a really pretty little town, with lots of “chocolate box” looking houses, with thatched roofs and black beams, and although were effectively terraced style houses, were all slightly different heights.
We decided to stop and pick up a couple of things from their local small, but adequately stocked, supermarket to save us going out when we returned home from Hurst. Rob waited in the car outside and I ran in to grab the things we needed, I actually only picked up a packet of Neorphen and some water in the end.
Checking the size of the queue when I entered the shop as I was aware of Rob waiting outside, I grabbed the most important things (nerophen and water) and joined the queue – it might be baring in mind that there was only 2 people waiting when I walked in, and when I joined the queue there was then only one. I waited, and the two people serving, chatted to their customers quite happily. Then one of the customers asked if the assistant could check the price of something before making the long, drawn out, and painful decision of whether to buy it or not, then one of them walked off and came back again….. by this time the lady in front of me was beginning to fidget and I was beginning to randomly look around at things thinking “what the hell was the delay, could they not see that there were people waiting?”. Eventually after about 20 minutes, and you have to remember that the lady in front of me was there when I walked in (so how long she had actually been waiting is beyond me), she actually got served (and lets have a round of applause!). By this time of course, the poor woman in front of me had almost gone gray we had been waiting so long, and I had begun to take root.
Finally I got my turn at the till – ohh the relief! - and then, as if the wait hadn’t been bad enough (will this torture never end, I only want to buy two items), the lady serving me looked at the other till operator and said “what is the age limit to buy pain relief like nerophen?”. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, I looked back at her in almost disbelief as she repeated the question to her colleague. My patience level dropped to an all time low and I snapped back “I’m thirty-bloody-three!” she looked at me as if I had just said the worst possible thing in the whole world and said “well you can’t be too sure these days” and then sought confirmation from the other lady…… my response “seriously, you are joking?” and then came the sarcasm, “you’re implying I look about 15 – errr, I don’t think so!” - I almost wish I had added the “bovvvvvvered?” to the end of that of the, I don’t think so - thankfully, however, I didn’t. She sort of stared me, and rung through the water and the neurophen tablets and then said “you should take it as a compliment really”. That just about did it for me, I almost threw a five pound note at her, picked up the items and stompped out of the shop shaking my head.
Thinking back….. perhaps that’s exactly what a 15 year old would have done LOL
Of course, because I had been so flipping long in the shop, when we finally left the town to go to Hurst Castle we both needed the loo, so we ended up going back to the apartment!
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