This is the start of my blog posts for my 75th year. I have turned into a grumpy old woman. I’m allowed to be grumpy – I’m 75, dammit!
I have a grumpy blog called “Life on an Alien Planet” (see link above right of my blog). I find I’m posting more on that, than here on “The Last Furlong”. I enjoy being grumpy. I’m allowed to be grumpy – I’m 75, dammit!
In the summer Mr Furlong took me shopping for a bathing costume. I was shocked at the sloppyness of the isles in the shop. I managed a brand in a department store for several years when we first came to England. There were staff – us – who treated our stock with respect and care, and our customers did the same. But that was over twenty years ago.
Nowadays, staff are minimal, and customers have turned into disgusting, selfish, grasping, sloppy scavengers, intent on satisfying their own shopping addictions.
How things have changed in twenty years. I see huge unpleasing changes in shops. I know about shops – I hate shopping because I know about shops and how the word “staff” simply means “servants” And I know about eye-watering markups. I’m allowed to be grumpy – I’m 75, dammit!
When I saw this video, I immediately felt angry. It shows more about shoppers than any overworked, underpaid staff. And it looked like the floor I bought my bathing costume from! I thought it was disgusting. I’m allowed to be grumpy – I’m 75, dammit!