I finally had my groceries out of the trolley and onto the check out conveyor, but the cashier had disappeared as I unpacked. Aldi doesn’t start putting groceries through until the trolley is empty and waiting at the other end. I was a little annoyed, but then again it allowed me to get some oxygen back into my diseased lungs after the physical exertion of moving groceries.
The young man eventually reappeared. It seems he had been on his hands and knees in aisle three cleaning up vomit.
“You have to get wet paper towels and wipe it up,” he explained. “It was all blue and chicken bits.” Then he called to the other cashier “It’s on the floor – its real blue and filled with chicken bits.”
Some things I can live without knowing.