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| In which I visit the local supermaket store |
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| Talk,
Mr Harbour-Barbour,
15 January 1999 | |
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Well yesterday I took a double-decker bus to Clapham purely to see if my local ASDA supermarket would live up to it's price promise. On first impression I felt a little let down a quick saunter round the isles left me unimpressed I found scant sign of true bargains, merely ten pence or so off selected items, and the buy-one-get-one-frees were tailored to products I could find at a similar price even at a local Iceland.
But as the hours drifted by I became charmed by the uplifting tannoy announcements of the Top ten knockdowns and drawn to a number of stands, where one could sample both cajuns-style pizza and foxes chocolate biscuit units. Delightfully, the reduced rate area (quite hard to locate initially ) had all manner of bargainous material with a particular focus on seafood, some actually beyond the 50 % reduction point !. I felt obliged to passing shoppers of the hidden treasures, and took the greatest pleasure in empowering an elderly lady to finally choose a Haddock and sauce meal by pointing out a yellowed stickered cheaper option.
On leaving I reflected that even if the experience had lacked some of the magic that enhanced Icelands BOGOF Bonanza, today had been a much more personable journey. As I ran my fingers over in engraved letters of the famous ASDA stone I felt compelled to slap lightly my rear trouser pocket
and smile.
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