Spar Customers

I was in my local Spar shop yesterday for a few essentials…bread, milk and butter. It was unusually busy.

The majority of them were young females, all seemingly part of the same “troop.” All were wearing a similar uniform of pastel coloured hoody tops, distressed loose baggy jeans, you know…where the back pockets render themselves useless as they are down at the back of the knees, hair scraped back into a tight ponytail, showing off their Glasgow Tans, and white trainers.

One of them was occasionally tending to the communal baby in a pram. I’m not sure which one it belonged to. Oh, and they kept jumping the fecking queue. It starts behind me!!

They were also in to get essentials. All of them were making a purchase of crisps or sweets and a two litre bottle of fizzy juice, mainly Irn Bru. Do these people not have a bite to eat or a drink before going out to meet their pals, or is it cool to go out hungry and munch crisps and swig from your big bottle of Irn Bru on a street corner while tending to the baby which someone brought along? It seems so.