I've never seen so many rude people in my life, as I have in the Trostre Tesco. You have the "aisle blockers," the "juggernaut shoppers," the "stroppy, crying little spoiled brats," and the "gormless pensioners." It's like running the gauntlet! Back in the states, at least there is some order and pattern. The right side of the aisle moves one way, and the left side, the other. Yes, you have the odd exceptions to the rule, but general travelling direction is followed, in most cases! Also, the noise level of the stores here is equivalent to a flock of gannets meeting up with a colony of sea lions. I've never heard such racket in a store, in my entire life! It's difficult to even think about what one needs in the store, when exposed to such chaos! Good thing I keep a shopping list handy. LMAO!
Not even to mention---
Q.) What's the difference between a dumb blonde and a Tesco trolley?
A.) The Tesco trolley has a mind of its own!
*rimshot*