Sainsbury's... A mixed culture...

Today I went to Sainsbury's to do some shopping, a regular occurrence that is usually vaguely pleasant now that we have the new 'Terminal One' down the road (as Ed and Steph call it). However today, I was actually quite annoyed. All I could hear was this deafening "NANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANAAAAAAAAAAAAANANANANANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" from some kid in a buggy. His two sisters "Candice" and "Isis" (no joke...) were running around squealing and shouting whilst mother of three (about my age) and Grandma just wandered around the shop ignoring them all! Every now and again she'd utter a half-hearted "Candice, Isis CAM EEEYYYAAA!!" (Translation: Would you mind awfully gracing me with your presence whilst I perambulate this shop at a leisurely pace?) If they were your children, what would you do?

I escaped to the far side of the shop only to hear to my dismay, "Chardonnay... NO, CHARDONNAY!!" I thought, 'surely not?? Where can I go to flee thy presence crazy women who name their kids after exotic foreign products??' I mean, they might as well call their kid 'white lightning' if they are trying to be cultural! I was just waiting to hear someone shout "FROMAGE FRAIS! GET IN YER BUGGY ORR'ULL 'IT YARR!"

I peered round the corner and found to my amusement that 'Chardonnay's mother' was actually a Sainsbury's employee, in the wine aisle, speaking into a radio phone type thing about the products that she was stacking onto the shelf!! Oooops. Conviction.