I said, I'll See What I can Do...

My husband is a very placid creature.

There is no great show of emotion from him at any time. "Nice" means that he likes it a lot. Biting his lip means he's a bit angry.

The supermarket however generates a whole new level of emotion in him, that he just can't seem to convey any where else.

Once in the supermarket car park, as we tried to pull slowly and carefully into a Family Parking Space, an older man cut us up, and squealed into the space. In any other circumstances, his eyebrow might raise and then lower. This day, he went crazy. Window went down, and he started to shout, while I desperately tried to get my foot over the space and get it on the the accelerator to get us anywhere but there.

Now Morrison have done it again. They installed these lovely new fangled self-service checkouts. Now having had one bad experience with them, you would think he would stay away from them, but no. He seems to like to have the fight with it.

Last week, as we tried to scan through several items, the voice intimating to us every 3 seconds "place the item in the bag", he went ballistic. When I pointed out to him, that the bag was the problem - he had lifted it off the "bag place", he shouted some more. This time, he even called over the young boy who was "supervising" them. "Your new machines are lovely", he says, "but you packing area is S * & ^ E". This from my husband who barely speaks to close family members, and never swears in front of us. The young lad looked stunned and said "well they are only supposed to take 15 items".

Such the wrong thing to say. This only infuriated him further. Removing all the items from the packing area, to check that we indeed only had 13 items. I managed to calm him down, and spoke with a smile to the Manager who I think had come over in case of a near assault.

So tonight, we approached the checkout with trepidation, (well I did anyway). I tried to encourage him along to the attended check outs, but no. Even seeing an acquaintance also fighting with the machine, and eventually admitting defeat didn't stop him.

So here he is. Gallantly listening to the mental woman tell him to bag everything before he has finished scanning it. Tonight, he retained his cool, and we managed to escape without incidence.

And I got treated to a laugh as we left! I think he quite enjoys his battles with techology!