[Farmer John]

I have a theory that all supermarkets have a ladies lounge.
When your wife says "I'll meet you at the bread counter", they scurry
off to the lounge where they drink a few cups of coffee whilst
following your increasingly irritable efforts to find them, on a closed
circuit system. When they judge you are close to tears, they then
re-emerge and give you a good ticking off for not having waited at the
bread counter for 40 minutes. I have threatened to have it announced
on the Tannoy "Will Mrs. Farmer please go to the customer desk, where
her little boy is waiting for her. We have given him a pint of
Guinness and he is not crying now".