However, this morning I needed to buy a chicken for tonight's Sunday dinner. I was outside "Lidl" on Chesterfield Road before opening time at 10am. To my surprise, a queue was already forming and I was fourth in it. When the doors finally slid open, there must have been thirty other shoppers behind me and more cars entering the car park.
I grabbed my chicken and a few other bits and pieces. By 10.20am I was at the checkout. standing on a two metre social distancing floor sticker. Ahead of me was a woman of my age or slightly older.. She was in fact beyond the next sticker so more than two metres ahead. She turned to me and spoke through her face mask.
"You are supposed to be two metres back!"
"I am two metres back!"
"No you're not. You are endangering my safety."
"What do you think these floor stickers are about?"
"Just get back will you!"
"I am two metres away from you. Do you know what a metre is?"
"Of course I know what a metre is! Don't patronise me!"
"Well don't tell me to get back when I am already two metres away from you!"
"You're upsetting me now!"
And then the pink-haired checkout boy butts in with, "Isn't it a bit early to be arguing like this?"
As he deals with the complaining woman's shopping, I notice that he is comforting her as if she has somehow been wronged and I take this up with him when my shopping has gone through. Meantime the woman, who has been filling her shopping bags on the side bench, passes me on her way out. She is maybe two feet from me.
Why do I allow such things to get under my skin? Why do I relive them? Why do I get upset? It's always been this way. Hypersensitivity. One of my demons.
Needless to say, I shall stick to late evening shopping in future. Crowded supermarkets cause tensions that I can well do without.
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