Just remembered - I also got chatted up by an old ballie at Woolworths.
He saw I was looking for the expiry dates on bread, and proceeded to educate me. (they are now printed on those white plastic things)
He then spoke of the length of the queues, bla bla bla bla bla something something
Walking out the shop, we happened to park in the same bay (coincidence?) and he jokingly points out that he was not following me..
WTF - do men in Sandton expect a ready-made-wife in the bread isle? Instead of only checking out your grocery items, you check out your future wife? That adds a whole new meaning to the word shopping!
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