A trip to a newsagents
I went into a newsagent on Byres road earlier this afternoon to buy a drink. I picked up a bottle of coke and went to the counter where I handed over the bottle. Then the following exchange occurred:
Shop Keeper: Is that all?
Me: Yes, thanks.
Shop Keeper: (pause) You don’t want a Mail on Sunday?
What? A Mail on Sunday? Why?!
Shop Keeper: OK, that’s 99 pence, please.
It was my third, final and strangest strange experience with someone serving me in a shop this weekend. Unusually none of the three experiences were in Waitrose.