Saturday, 13 February 2010

The Muffin Man

In the supermarket this afternoon I was diverted by a man who strode powerfully through the crowds of shoppers, his mobile phone clamped to his ear, his empty basket swinging freely, endangering anyone who happened to be in the way of his hugely important path. 

Everything about his demeanour said:  "Don't get in my way, I am far too busy and important to look where I am going." 

As he walked past me, a trail of dazed and impressed shoppers in his wake, I overheard him speaking to someone.

"Yeah.  I'm in the supermarket.  The bread aisle."

All my illusions that he was negotiating with kidnappers, or orchestrating a huge corporate buy-out were dashed.  He was probably just checking in with his wife to make sure he didn't come home without the correct brand of muffin.  Gah.


Middle Sis said...

Was it Dom Joly?

Happy Hour...Somewhere said...

The Muffin Man? All I could picture was the scene in Shrek. "Not my gumdrop buttons!" Man, don't you love people like that? He probably takes phone calls while sitting a theater, too.

not twitter said...

I d tea-time shopping 2 or 3 times a week, buying just what I fancy at that moment, fresh. There's always 2 or 3 of those, usually men, oblivious to everyone else. When they're busy staring at the baked beans isle, diligently trying to work out exactly which type and size of baked beans their partner usually buys (low sugar, spicy?), it can be fun to set a wild-card in their basket. Something like a packet of mung beans or a tub of fairy cake paper cases.
You've got to get to the basket checkout around the same time they do for full effect though.

livesbythewoods said...

It wasn't Dom Joly, but I am convinced I saw Mr Joly on Victoria Street at about 0915 on Monday morning. Official confirmation would be appreciated.

HHS - yes, that's a truly scary moment in film.

Twatter, you are evil. I like your style.