A few of my friends don’t understand my hatred of grocery shopping. I usually wait until there’s nothing left to eat before I stock up again. Running out of toilet paper is usually a sign that I need to venture to a supermarket. Or running out of wine, which is as essential to civilised living as is toilet paper.
Supermarkets are horrible places. Mainly because of other shoppers who don’t behave nicely and bring their screaming brats.
The thing is, the older I get the more grumpy I am getting at being ripped off by food manufacturers. My pocket is tighter than ever these days so I am very aware of what they, the manufacturers who are also feeling the pinch but are greedier than I am, are doing to squeeze more and more profits.
Lately, I’ve taken to complaining on consumer websites and/or directly to manufacturers and retailers because whinging about it but doing nothing is a waste of time and just gives them permission to continue. I can also vent here.
Today’s irritation is a packet of biscuits that seem quite well-priced when you see the size of the box but when you open it (at home, with a cup of tea, like me, now) you realise you’ve been duped because the contents are half the size of the box. HALF!! Obviously, I should have looked at the weight but very few people do that. And that’s why they get away with it.
So here’s the pic and I wish you could see how grumpily and hard I am typing. This biscuit company will hear from me. Along with the pasta company whose linguine breaks into a million tiny pieces once cooked – I’ll spare you a photo of that.
I feel better now, thanks for listening.