The Spar shop is a wonderment.
On a very recent travel up north this week I found it very difficult to find mainstream shops like Asda, Morrisons, Tesco, etc. All I saw was Spar shops. I'm talking north of Inverness.
Anyway, I have a Spar shop not too far from me, and one Sunday morning about 6 weeks ago I had reason to go there on a Sunday morning. I usually drive there. It's fucking sad I know. It takes just over five minutes walking, but...I drive there. It's about 50 seconds in the car. God, this is shocking actually. I must change.
Anyway. A few weeks ago I go to get milk for the in-laws who were over, and I walk past the chemist on the way to the Spar shop, and there's a man sitting on the low wall outside the chemist. He's in a tracksuit. Need I say anymore at all.
I look ahead and some of the staff of the Spar shop are outside for a smokebreak.
As I pass, the man gets my attention and asks me if I have any change for food. I give him a very quick up and down appraisal and say "No, sorry" and walk on. The man wasn't badly dressed. He sure as shit wasn't homeless and if he was that poor for food he was in some serious shit to be begging for it outside the Spar shop on a Sunday.
I bought my supplies on the Spar shop and on the way out the staff asked me what the man had said.
"He just asked me for some money for food"
"Aye, he always does that. Every Sunday. It's no' food though. It's drink"
It then seemed so blatantly obvious. Apparently he was also waiting for his methadone from the chemist when that opened. It seems he sits on that wall every Sunday morning and begs for cash....for drink. Cans of Tennants. (a small point - you can't buy alcohol before 12.30pm on a Sunday in Scotland. I know. I've tried.)
The staff told me one morning 'a little old lady' passed him and was completely oblivious to his ulterior motive, as I was. When he asked he for some pennies for food, she went into the Spar shop and bought a couple of pre-packed sandwiches and went back out and handed them over. According to the staff he was mighty pissed off.
I might take along some leftovers from my Saturday night curry in a wee box and offer that to him. I'd just love to have a shouting match with him...
"No, you fuck off"
"No, you fuck off"
"No, you fuck off"
"No, YOU FUCK OFF YA CUNT" etc etc etc.
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Saturday, 26 July 2008
The Spar Shop In A Hula Skirt
Tonight as I walked to the Spar shop to buy a Euromillions ticket to get me out of this hole, I saw a rather startling sight.
In the queue to get money from the autoteller was a girl...woman, late teens I would say with blonde hair, a tight white strappy top (no bra - I mention purely for information so you get the whole picture...it was a bit cold), strappy white/straw effect high-heel sandals.....
..and a grass hula skirt.
She also had on a large necklace of fake flowers. Fuck know where she thinks she was going. She didn't look lost. Beside her on a low wall was a slightly drunk woman counting her money, legs splayed, low cut top...lower than it should be showing off her pink flowery bra to any bloke who wanted to look, and there was a few (inc. me), given the girl in the hula skirt at the autoteller.
I wish I'd had reason to stay. And watch.
In the queue to get money from the autoteller was a girl...woman, late teens I would say with blonde hair, a tight white strappy top (no bra - I mention purely for information so you get the whole picture...it was a bit cold), strappy white/straw effect high-heel sandals.....
..and a grass hula skirt.
She also had on a large necklace of fake flowers. Fuck know where she thinks she was going. She didn't look lost. Beside her on a low wall was a slightly drunk woman counting her money, legs splayed, low cut top...lower than it should be showing off her pink flowery bra to any bloke who wanted to look, and there was a few (inc. me), given the girl in the hula skirt at the autoteller.
I wish I'd had reason to stay. And watch.
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
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.
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.
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