Despite it being Easter Saturday, I had wanted to get on with some work today, and had earmarked today as a whole day spent in my office dealing with some loose ends before tomorrow. I woke up at five o'clock this evening, and although I obviously needed it, I was mightily annoyed with myself for wasting an entire day. The major task for today was to go into town for Mandi's Easter eggs, which of course I didn't have time for. I had no choice but to go to the supermarket.
Sainsbury's didn't have a single Easter egg or single Easter related confectionery on the shelves, which set me back time-wise as it meant that I had to go to Asda, a place I cannot stand. They didn't have anything either, which shouldn't surprise me given how they take the Christmas tree down on Christmas Eve. I would have asked a member of staff for help, but there is very little point asking for help in Asda as most of the staff don't seem to know what day of the week it is. It was my own fault for leaving it until teatime on Easter Saturday, but I thought there would be something left. I wouldn't have been quite so stressed out if I didn't have a gig to review, because I would have had time to go into town.
On my way home, defeated, I decided on one final throw of the dice and went into the Tesco garage. In there, they had exactly what I wanted, Lindt bunnies. On the shelf there were two left, priced at £1.60 each. While in the queue I fished in my pocket and realised that I had the correct change. The woman behind the counter scanned my purchases and asked me for four pounds. I replied that it was three pound twenty, and that they were advertised on the shelf as such. She said that she would check, but I didn't trust her not to take the price down and come back to deny all knowledge so I went with her. She then pointed out that the ones on the shelf were 50g, and the ones I had picked were 100g, and had been put there by some idiot customer. The 100g ones were indeed two pounds each. On our way back to the counter, I said to her "Ah well, the day before Easter I'm sure you're going to do the Christian thing and give me the benefit of the doubt as it wasn't my fault". She gave a non-committal facial expression, took her place behind the counter and held out her hand, "four pound please".
"Happy fucking Easter to you and thanks for doing the Christian thing", I said forcibly slapping four pound coins into her hand.
I'm not even a Christian, so the joke is on her.
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