Then comes the checkout. You’ll either do the self-service shuffle—where you mutter, “Unexpected item in bagging area,” like a magical spell—or you’ll queue for a real person. The real-person queue is my favorite. You get a little conversation. “Lovely weather we’re having?” “Yeah, for now, but it’s Leicester, so…” The chat is brief, polite, and utterly delightful.
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You’ll pack your bags with the Tesco Tetris technique—heavy stuff at the bottom, bread on top, and the eggs cradled like a newborn. You feel a tiny victory every time you fit it all perfectly. It’s a small triumph in a busy day. And then you’re out, bags rustling, into the car park once more.
