Never fcuking ends does it!
Gone to Central for my dark rye, regular assistant, one of the two lifers that have seen me almost weekly for 11 years since they opened, knows exactly what I want and how I want it, waves a hi, I point to 3 loaves, he says 2, which I used to have for the first 10 years or so, I say no from now it's 3, he gestures sliced, I smile a yes, and as he gathers the 3x2kg loaves, proud as a peacock either for working out 3x4 or for remembering my eccentric demands he says 12 bags, I give a thumbs up and trot off with the trolley and a couple of kids in tow, safe in the knowledge that someone who knows is on the case.
Returning to the counter 20 minutes later, 3 large and now familiar paper bags sit happily awaiting collection. Don't need to open them, been here before, caught his attention and pointed to the bags, he skates over with solly solly I give to her to do, she's heard it and glares at me while giving him a low volume mouthful, this could go anywhere so I jump straight in with no ploplem no ploplem this also good, he seemed grateful for that, and I ended up with whatever she decided I really want.
Next time never mind my shopping, I shall stand there and supervise the entire complex process.