Tesco - Every Little Smell
Where I live in London is like a baron landscape when it comes to finding a shop to buy the odd bit of food in. Imagine my delight when a Tesco metro should open smack opposite where I live. Huzzah says I..... until I try and use it.

The first time I went in there I noticed a really odd smell and put it down to "new shop smell". Oh how wrong I was! Upon turning the corner I was greeted by the foulest body odour ever to crawl up my nasal passages. The armpit offender was happily stacking shelves without a care in the world whilst all around him were passing out as if someone had dropped a chlorine gas bomb. Seriously, the smell was horrendous. It was that sort of pungent dry odour that you can actually feel wicking the moisture from your mucus membranes. Its so bad that I can not even go in the shop if I see he is in there, as just the sight of him sets off a pavlovian gag reflex.

Just the other week I did a check and the coast was clear so did my shopping and queued up to pay. The queue got so big that the guy rang his buzzer and who should appear from the backroom but the aforementioned fetid bog monster. Even worse was that chance dealt me a fatal blow as I had to go to his till. How I managed to hold my breath long enough for me to pay and get out I do not know.

I have now resigned myself to the fact that I must pretend that shop no longer exists and walk the extra distance to get dried out semi-rotting veg from outside the local middle eastern "delicatessen"
(superfly78, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 13:43, Reply)