Gold Medal Nagging

[Rhubarb]

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I made the horrid trip to the supermarket this morning, I hate food shopping
(even worse when Mark rubs his hands and announces we are shopping)

So I did the usual - stuck to the list and rallied charged the trolly through the gossipers.
As I was returning to the car with my booty I saw the car next to mine had its owners arrive with their shopping too. A rather large short mother, a sulky skinny short father and a toddler (carbon copy of dad).

The women didn't stop to draw breath, I'm sure.
She was putting the bags in the car as he put the toddler in the car. The toddler was crying constantly. She was ranting about how she wasn't going to let her husband go shopping with her again, look how badly he packed the bags, the frozen stuff was in the wrong bag, this was getting squashed because that was too heavy on top of it, where did he put the nappies, why didn't he get the bigger trolley like she said etc.
He shuffled off with the empty trolley to put it in the trolley park. Meanwhile off she goes again at the poor toddler, what had he done to his tee-shirt, why was he sitting like that, to stop crying or she would give him something to cry about (why do mothers say that?)

As I put my trolley away I had to pass the husband, so I said 'Do you have a patio at home?' He looked at me puzzled then smiled (wish he didn't he had several teeth missing) 'Good idea- thankyou'

As I got back to the car , she was driving away with him sheepishly in the passanger seat- she was clearly still nagging at them both.