Shopping anyone?

Supermarkets are a part of our lives. Over the last twenty years they have become the shop that you can buy virtually anything and buy virtually from. For instance at my local superstore you can buy an iPhone, a TV, a suit and prescription glasses, not to mention eating breakfast, lunch and dinner and picking up some travel money for a weekend away in Paris.


Supermarket shelves (http://m.guardian.co.uk/money/2009/aug/04/supermarket-ombudsman-calls?cat=money&type=article)

An up to date Supermarket Sweep TV programme could be very profitable indeed. Just imagine heading around the electronics aisle with an empty trolley filling it with an HD 42 inch TV and a MacBook followed up by a selection of digital cameras. You would never make it to the food!!

Dale Winton, host of Supermarket Sweep (http://www.fitbathatba.com/2012/01/some-transfers-happen.html)

I am fortunate to live in a town served by many different supermarkets. Although the town does not have any specialist food shops in the high street (it is mainly coffee shops, opticians and hair and beauty salons) we are spoilt for choice when it comes to the superstores.

Have you noticed that each one seems to attracts its own special clientele? People you don't normally shop there stand out like a sore thumb. For anyone who believes that the British class system does not exist I would point them towards the local supermarkets. When walking into some establishments I often feel too formal and in others underdressed.

Now, it would be wrong of me to categorise supermarkets in this article so do your own research and see what you find, you may come to similar conclusions.

What does your usual supermarket say about you? I'm not sure. For me I more often frequent the supermarket that provides most choice and where I know the location of most of the items I want to buy. If I am dropping in for doughnuts I visit a different shop, the one that does the best doughnuts! If I want ice cream, well, I know which supermarket to avoid as their ice cream is more often than not iced. And if I want some cheap German sausage there is only one supermarket to visit.

 

Comments

  1. Anonymous10 July 2012 at 19:51

    What's a supermarket

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    1. Ed Vogue10 July 2012 at 19:54

      It's a big shop that sells everything so you don't have to visit the local town and support the small shopkeepers.

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  2. Anonymous10 July 2012 at 21:48

    Dear Ed
    I agree, invariably its down to what you can afford though and the bargains they offer. I prefer a smallish supermarket that I can find my way around in the minimal amount of time.
    For doughnuts crispy cream at Tesco can't be beaten! x

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  3. Anonymous10 July 2012 at 23:05

    Can't bear Tescos - in fact I would rather drive 20 miles than shop in Tescos. I am a Sainsbury shopper by habit but aspire to shop at Waitrose -just love their crispy duck and proper French baguettes!

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  4. Anonymous11 July 2012 at 07:00

    I met my 3rd husband in the supermarket. He was in the buy one get one free aisle.

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