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Cheese rage





We don't have a lot of opportunity for road rage around here, you just don't get the flow of traffic needed to get cross (apart from maybe the huge holiday mobile homes that only get driven once a year on small French rural roads.

 So I've had to result to cheese rage,let me explain. Shopping is a rushed affair, usually in the order of after lunch drive into town, shop, out, back home, unpack, change clothes, animal routine. So at the cheese counter after taking my ticket (the only person in line) being glanced at by Mrs happy behind the cheese counter,being ignored by Mrs happy as she finishes her conversation with fellow charcuterie worker I got served. I only wanted a chunk of equivalent of cheddar, it was even pre cut and sealed so no work was really involved from putting on the scales pressing the label ticket and sealing it in a bag. Now I saw the price,  6,68 on the scales so didn't look again when it was handed to me. I didn't look at it when passing through the checkout, or packing or even when unpacking to placing it in the fridge.

Only yesterday evening when getting our snack tea as I went to undo the plastic to see I paid 10,23 with an added item of fromage blanc, so white it was it was invisible in the packaging. The grumpy old server had added a tub of 3,55 fromage blanc. I don't even like fromage blanc and I would never buy it.

Now the galling thing is each time we shop in this supper market you have to have your bags checked by the checkout person as you are deemed as a thief, this really gnarls us. So they have now stolen off me! I for went my grated cheese in order to keep it wrapped up ready to have cheese wars when I return.
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