Now, the fridge section. That’s where the real drama happens. You’ll see a man in a hi-vis vest staring deeply at the yoghurts. He’s having a moment. We don’t ask why.
Milk? Always where you left it. But the oat milk? Vanished by noon. It’s a Croydon thing. The oat milk mafia strikes again.
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And the ready meals. Look, nobody brags about Co-op lasagne. But on a Tuesday, when you’re tired? That pasta bake is a hero. It tastes like comfort and a tiny bit of regret.
The Checkout Gauntlet
Now, the tills. You have two options. The human cashier—always lovely, always moving at a steady, unhurried pace. Or the self-service machine, which is clearly haunted.
“Unexpected item in the bagging area.” Every single time. You’ll swear at it. The machine doesn’t care. It just wants to watch you squirm.
Pro tip: the cashier is faster. They know the price of everything. They’ve seen your desperate purchases before. No judgement. Well, maybe a little judgement for the four packets of biscuits.
