Woolworths, bastards, Woolworths
Yeah, right...
My ongoing hatred for the people who manage Woolworth's stock distribution
continues. If you can't actually figure out how to get groceries onto the
shelves perhaps it's best not to rent giant retail space, erect trendy
neo-industrial shelving, screed your floors till they shine like the bonnet
of a newly waxed Ferrari and invite unsuspecting consumers to depend on you
for their masticationary needs.
Today it was the turn of tinned lentils, tinned chickpeas, tinned corn --
and about 50 other products I can't recall. Perhaps Woolworths should
consider sub-letting their shelf space to colonies of industrious rodents
who could hawk some basic necessities while Woolworths figures out how to do
so themselves. They seem very talented in packaging White Austrian Fava Bean
Salad with a Chianti and Ground Organic Sugar Vinaigrette. That they can
stock. That they can sort out.
But try and lay your hands on a packet of, I dunno, oats. Or corn. And who
knows. Maybe you'll just have to swan on over to one of those other
retailers who have spent less on the upmarket décor and short focal length
photos of bruschetta with olive tapenade. And more on actually getting the
godforsaken groceries onto the godforsaken shelves.
