Perhaps some locals greeted the news of the imminent arrival of Mighty T enthusiastically; most have long since returned to one or other of the other supermarkets in town, tails between their legs after taking on board what a shoddy offering a Tesco Express really is. In truth it isn't much more than a tacky corner shop, offering junk at inflated prices.
Imagine the consternation though when Mighty T shut its doors in the face of die-hards for a refit. A refit? We went over, just to be nosey, when they reopened a little later than scheduled in the early evening. They'd imported labour to carry out most of the work, but the shelves were only half full, and staff were all complaining at being left in the lurch. The greengrocery offering has been reduced, the lager offering has been extended, the fresh bakery has been tarted up but acutally reduced and they've replaced the tills while bringing the total number up one to five.
Last night the staff were complaining about how the 'manned' (personed?) tills are uncomfortable to use. This morning someone in a suit was fiddling with the self-service tills, setting them up presumably so that they can be used. Each time he pressed a button on the machine he was in front of it let out an ear-splitting, headache inducing squeal.
The student part-timer serving me from behind the adjacent till made a remark about how irritating the noise would be.
"You'll not notice it after a couple of days", Suit replied. How charming. Not "I'll reduce the decibel level." or "I can replace that tone with something a little less unpleasing."
You're a trained monkey, and we know that trained monkeys will tolerate anything given enough time.
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