As I have often told you, life in retirement is just SUCH fun. Today, for example, we went to Sainsbury’s...
any Sainsbury’s but the new Sainsbury’s which has replaced the old Sainsbury’s, if you follow me. It’s been open a few weeks but we thought we would let the crowds subside before we ventured forth. We have heard lots of reports from
friends and neighbours about the new store’s facilities but we always like to judge these things for ourselves so today we set off together on a Fact Finding Mission.
As regular readers will know, Mr B is more or less wedded to Tescos for reasons I have never been able to fathom – so it was somewhat surprising that the suggestion to Consumer Test its arch rival came from him. He suggested we call in on the
way back at the Garden Centre to buy the Christmas tree decorations for the grandchildren and some suet balls for the garden birds. If there’s one thing you need to know about Mr B, it is that he likes to show a girl a good time.
Parking at Sainsbury’s ground floor car park was extremely easy, and there were lots of spaces, even though the sign at the entrance said there were only 11. Still
better that by far than if the sign said there were 365 spaces but you had to travel round and round and round looking for one. This is called Managing Customer Expectations.
We could have taken a lift to the sales floor but I was excited at the prospect of trying out the “travelator” which lots of people had told /warned me about. At the bottom stood a sweet, smiley member of staff whose job was to make
sure that shoppers did obey the instructions to take care as they approached the end of the travelator. Poor thing, she must go out of her mind listening to the same announcement over and over again. I bet she hears it in her dreams. You will be
pleased to hear that Mr B and I travelated (is there such a word?) in style, and jumped off the end onto terra firma without a problem.
First we checked out the
cafe because, as Mr B is wont to declaim, I am Always Thinking About My Stomach. I enjoyed my ham omelette and salad but Mr B went all ambitious and ordered a fish pie. I could have told him it wasn’t a good idea. However the food arrived
quickly, carried to our table by another smiling member of staff (was “Wide Smile" one of the tests at interview, I wonder?) the lovely large mugs of coffee were delicious and for the littl’uns the menu included pasta dishes rather than wall-to-wall
“chips with something or other.”
Next on my list: the loos. Many a supermarket / restaurant / cafe has been let down by lack of attention to
such details. I was most impressed with the Babies Changing Room, with its own toilet cubicle, lots of room for a pram, a Mum, several older children and even the baby. You may wonder why this mattered to me but I am, remember, a grandmother so
I need to know these things in case I ever find myself in Sainsbury’s with Young Morgan or Even Younger Faris.
We wandered along the food aisles (plenty
wide enough for mobility scooters – well done!) and checked out the fish counter, the meat counter and the do it yourself pizza counter. The staff behind each counter looked at us expectantly as we meandered by. We must have been such a disappointment
We bought the Daily Mail and the Worthing Herald. We are, indeed, the Last of the Big Spenders. Well, there was lots more we could have bought.
Like a whole store-full. But this was more of a visit, rather than a shopping trip, a reconnoitre to use a military term. It would not have been the same if we’d had to wheel a heavy trolley, queue up to pay, pack up several Bags For Life and transfer
them into our car boot.
It would have spoilt all the fun...