itchy feet began to squeeze

into my size 8 shoes intent

on propelling me 

out of the way.

 

standing so close behind

their impatience felt like 

fire breathing down my neck

as arms with three-fingered

hands thrust past my open 

mouth to whisk away the last 

two chicken and pesto paninis 

from the shelf, heavily discounted

at a bargain price of £1.79 each.

 

rather miffed, I turned around 

to speak my mind but instead

stared speechless as I met the 

bulging eyes of two space invaders 

who then strode nonchalantly 

out of the store without paying. 

 

it was then it occured to me that

I'd only popped in for a loaf. 

 

on the way home I reflected 

that supermarkets nowadays 

are full of surprises.