For lunch today I went to the Tescos Ultra at Bar Hill. Where I discovered most of the population of Cambridge and sandwiches in singing christmas packaging.
To start with the car park is full of people trying to park as close to the store doors as is possible, so nearly half the carpark is empty while people argue over spaces in the other half….I pulled into one row toward the emptiness where I discovered someone sitting, looking like they were waiting for someone to leave a space, so I waited for a little while thinking they might get out the way soon, then went to go past them to the easy spaces further along the row. They defensively lunged for their space blocking my way in the process and took a couple of swipes at it.
The stores entrance was guarded by police but they didn’t seem to be stopping people who had the boldness to just walk past them, I was in, and venturing beyond the ‘this is lunch’ section drags you through christmas everything before you can get to the store itself.
I don’t understand how a store like this can support itself – it is outside Cambridge, so I guess it covers the villages and a lot of commuters who come to Cambridge from the west, but there isn’t any local population to speak of, a few hundred in Bar Hill perhaps, but anyone in Cam or to the North will use the Milton store.
Still, that doesn’t stop the place being incredibly busy of a lunchtime – the queues meaning that its not a quick grab-lunch experience.
But the space of the place amazed me – I wonder what the future historians, those who discover the relics of our race, will think when they discover the ruins of buildings like this. What they will think of the people who came to worship at this great hall of commerce.
…giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen…
Oh, and the lovely Cheryl brought me some aerosol cheese, which is quite a delicacy stateside, from what I hear. I’m still too full of honey and pepper chicken to have tried it yet, looks fabulous, though.
