The trolley bay is busy too. Trolley boys work like beavers to make sure there are enough shopping trolleys for the floods of customers filling the supermarket.
If you’re waiting outside a supermarket and trying to save
your phone battery, trolley people are mildly interesting to observe.
There are loads of them working today and they’re all
soaked. Don’t let an Indian summer catch you boys, it’s still October, in
England. They do a good job though the
four of them. There’s older head trolley boy guy,
young-dumb-and-full-of-even-more-dumb blond guys number one and two, and a
roadie-looking one with tattoos and a ponytail. I watch them for 10 minutes and the bay slowly fills up. Older head trolley boy guy says that
after one last big sweep they’ll be good for an hour or so. They all seem happy
with that.
Then the roadie one meets a friend. He’s an older gentleman
with grey hair and is wearing really blue jeans, a white t-shirt with extra
short sleeves and Asics trainers. He also has a tattoo on his shoulder. Older
gentleman doesn’t waste time exchanging pleasantries.
“Do you have season four of muffled eavesdropping failure TV
series?”
Whatever the series he’s talking about roadie trolley boy
doesn’t have it and in fact has only seen the first three episodes. Asics man
is disappointed but happy that he’s so far ahead of his young friend on such an
important show.
He’s telling roadie how great it is and that, in fact, he
wouldn’t even mind starting it all over again when his wife arrives. She’s a
small woman and is pushing a very large trolley. She says a very short hello to
roadie and heads towards the supermarket.
The atmosphere has changed. TV talk is over and without a
thanks, goodbye, or let me know if you want to borrow season 2, the husband follows
his wife into the supermarket leaving roadie trolley boy alone looking out into
the rain thinking about one last big sweep.
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