I went to the Campus shop, and stocked up on 4 bottles of Diet Vanilla Coke and 2 packs of chocolate-coated Sesame Snaps. Brought them to the till. Cashier said "Doing the office run, are we?"
I remember the time I went into the local post office depot just after the strike a year or three ago, and asked on the offchance if there were any parcels for me. The wizened, gnomelike counter guy disappeared into the bowels of the warehouse, and I waited...
... and waited...
... and waited...
... and then a voice bhind me said "Over here!", and I turned round to see him wheeling an entire trolley piled high with packages.
No, they're nice people in the shop. The stoical look of shame I gave as I said "No, they're all mine" (I have such a cross to bear) did rather crumple her, though.
And it's nowhere near like the incident in Tesco's where I bought a Pregnancy magazine, the cashier congratulated me, and I said "I'm not." Her face was a flick book of emotions, from embarrassment to aghastness that she might have inadvertently deeply hurt me through drawing attention to some tragic yet invisible reproductive dysfunction I might have. (I'm being charitable in ascribing her assumptions - she might just have thought "OMG, I saw how big she was but it's just FAT!!!")
I think we're all missing the important point here. I thought they'd stopped selling Vanilla Coke, or have they just stopped selling the full fat version?
They seem to be phasing it out. It is still available in a few places, so I stock up where I can. The campus shop is one (for 500ml bottles); Morrison's in Woking is another - 2l bottles and they're on special offer at the moment! We visited major_clanger's Mum in Woking at the weekend, and I now have 15 bottles (about which I feel rather embarrassed).
Don't be embarrassed. I haven't been able to find any Vanilla Coke anywhere--though I've been looking in quantity at supermarkets, not single containers in small shops.
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Our office Friday morning bacon butty run just about fills a small van.
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... and waited...
... and waited...
... and then a voice bhind me said "Over here!", and I turned round to see him wheeling an entire trolley piled high with packages.
"Been on Ebay, have we?" he said...
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And it's nowhere near like the incident in Tesco's where I bought a Pregnancy magazine, the cashier congratulated me, and I said "I'm not." Her face was a flick book of emotions, from embarrassment to aghastness that she might have inadvertently deeply hurt me through drawing attention to some tragic yet invisible reproductive dysfunction I might have. (I'm being charitable in ascribing her assumptions - she might just have thought "OMG, I saw how big she was but it's just FAT!!!")
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Oh ...
I now have two World Cup glasses! (and four bottles of Diet Coke)
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I could bring crystallized violets - they're nice in Coke.