There’s a camaraderie in the Bank Holiday Tesco queue. You’ll see other survivors clutching a single bag of crisps, a bottle of wine, and a wilting cucumber—all united by the quiet panic of “I can’t believe I forgot the eggs.”
It’s a shared moment of vulnerability that feels almost poetic. You’re not just buying groceries; you’re participating in a temporary community of the unprepared. Smile at the person next to you—they’re your comrade in carb-based desperation.
And if the self-checkout demands to “place item in bagging area” when you’ve clearly already done so, remember: patience is a virtue, especially when the staff are working a double shift on a public holiday.
