The Supermarket
Thursday, October 27th, 2005 -- J. DoeToday I went to one of my favorite places in Italy, the supermarket (SARCASM).
I made sure that I arrived at a time when the normally packed store is nearly empty.
In fact as soon as I walked inside it was quiet and there were hardly any people around.
Unfortunately though that also included workers.
Out of 9 cash registers, only one was open, and the line of customers waiting at it was huge.
Still, not to be discouraged, I did my shopping and then 30 minutes later took my place on this mega-galactic line.
You would think that having such a long line of customers waiting for service the cashier might want to hurry up a bit, but no, this is Italy.
They don’t hurry up for anybody. The cashier felt it was her right to have a personal discussion with one of the clients.
Never mind the fact that everyone else’s frozen food was melting.
Never mind the fact that the 2 children were whining and complaining and the mother (or grandmother) could do nothing to calm them down.
Never mind the fact that the husband of the older couple behind me complained (loudly) that his feet hurt.
Next time I’ll do my shopping when the market is crazy busy with people, but at least the employees work.
Ha Ha you must be in Italy! When you write about this. I only go to the supermarket once a month. All the other times I go to the market or small shops. When we do go once a month, I load up on sugar, flour, butter, and staples that is the only thing the supermarket is good for.
P.S. I have been meaning to ask you. Are you 2 people are 1. Who is Greek, Italian/American. I searched the Archives but did not find much info.
Well, this is the real-socialism of italian syndacates, i mean, working slowly and be payied fast !
We always have fought against this cancer in Italy but communists are yet here. - Sigh -
God Bless America !
God Bless Israel !
God Bless Italy (but only the conservators…)