I went to do the shopping at the Supermarket Store <br />Couldn't find a trolley - so hunted round some more: <br />I dashed around the car park searching every trolley bay <br />And at last, with the one with the wonky wheel, I was on my way! <br />Inevitably, I met someone I'd not seen for a while <br />So we parked our trolleys in the middle of the aisle <br />Just to make shopping that bit harder for everybody else <br />Isn't it a pain when everyone just thinks of self/ <br />We had a conversation about this and that <br />I was really pleased to see her and enjoyed our chat. <br />Eventually I reached the checkouts where the fun begins' <br />To search for the "right queue" and start unloading all my tins. <br />In front of me was a lady, quite mature. <br />She'd be quick, I was absolutely sure. <br />Then her cash could not be found amongst papers and all kinds of dockets <br />In one of those wretched handbags with about fifteen pockets. <br />I was glad to leave that store - I'd finished work at five - got home at seven <br />Sat down with a cuppa' which was pure magic, just sheer heaven!<br /><br />Jackie Holland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-night-shopping/
