Laws (hyper) or market: application of Murphy's Law to the dynamics of buying and selling modern. Subtitle: "How to deal with the various outlets (from the shop Iper) during peak hours knowing that everything that happens in reality is a logic in Murphy's Law."
Everyone says there's a crisis, Bugo sings it, no one has more money, it is hard to get to the end of the month yet, the ritual of spending never dies!
Especially on weekends the big cathedrals commercial sprouting in every part of the boot, welcome them to the billion poor automata attracted by the offering of life promoted by the super-leaflet, or simply dragged dall'irreprensibile housewife, not satisfied by the daily visits to the local supermarket (Iper because there are larger packs, and there is more selection, and then I forgot to get milk, but not if you take me take this opportunity to make a around the Mediaworld ... they always know where to hit the end!) For one reason or another, these young married couples and not mixed with cheerful entire families (including grandparents), they can not pleasant to submit to the WEEKLY RITUAL Overheads.
What comes to the poor unfortunate is an unprecedented spectacle: overcrowded wards, committed on the verge of a nervous breakdown, fights of young teenagers in front of the console to the latest model of lobotomized with the latest-version-of-demo-super-shooter, terrified promoter (always women) who try to foist the latest beauty cream with the promise that the protein of the skin of the potato in Botswana, at the base of marvelous concoction, has the amazing ability to rejuvenate every cell of your body, make your hair smoother and at the same time regulate your bowels. While these will die of loneliness within the hypermarket, their colleagues, those who had the misfortune of having to promote the classic "pure pork sausage" are literally besieged by hordes of barbarians who think they can solve the problem of strafogandosi dinner of appetizers.
From the entrance you can immediately identify the telephone department of the cloud of dust created by the assailants users: now they all need the phone, it is also true that modern phones do not last like they used to but all this enthusiasm seems a bit 'exaggerated ... Even managed to sell the two cups connected by a wire of the Latest Rino Gattuso: basically if you see on TV should work fine! The department
television is generally not sufficiently appreciated, except for the opening Sunday of the center: in that case everyone is interested above all to the brand new plasma 82 "which broadcasts the games of the Serie A. .. so, without even realizing it we find ourselves immersed in a sort of curve south.
Continuing this amazing journey, from race to race, come to the heart of the hypermarket, including detergents and sauces, canned and frozen foods including fruit juices, the scenes that we see are the most varied:
Poor husbands, with trucks loaded with all sorts of promotional offer, abandoned wives crazy looking for the lost jar, try to stay in makeshift parking islands, including the bedding and accessories for the bathroom, convinced that no one in there at the end never buy a tap, or what the fuck do they open to the Obi (or similar). The nice old lady will arrive on time to disprove his theory.
in the 'race cans of "you can see in their real family gatherings where the agenda item is: what brand of tuna choose, the better the glass jar that enhances all the qualities or the mega-saving 42-pack cans that retain all the non-taste? This would also be legitimate, the problem is that this difficult decision to face the happy family you have to "train position" is the driver and the truck, in order, father, mother and children (arranged in order of age), and woe if by chance you dare, sure of your choice, to want to take the tin of mackerel which is located in the shelf below: ice cream now come with the look of the whole family ... In the end who are you to interrupt such an important decision? passed all these vicissitudes, the most resistant to approach the department finally see fruits and vegetables, the last obstacle before the barrier of the speakers.
You just have to cross the lines to weigh the bags, dodging the two hundred people with experienced hand (and sometimes without disposable glove) fingering my ass to see if the melon is ripe, believe that part of soggy fruit is the perfect seasoning of the product and not that of the previous expert hands, before them, have made the same gesture.
Just one more obstacle in front of the bench for tomatoes and you are finally in front of the boxes: after careful consideration you decide you to go to number 6, after there are only two trucks in front of you. One of them bought only five cases of water and think to attend to in a moment.
I had not thought, however, that the technology can turn against you when you least expect it: The cash you have just locked the front and unfortunately he did not cash ....
you immediately comes to mind that book on "Murphy's Law" that you just read the first book department:
"The next line is always faster!"
