They'll get rid of the shelves and just bring the stock out on pallets.
There used to be a shop like that in Lincoln in the early 70's
Quicksave? I think
They'll get rid of the shelves and just bring the stock out on pallets.
Back in the day, the whole supermarket was in a van which drew up at your door, and you didn't need to buy a local newspaper 'cos the driver told you everything that was going on, and more.How long before supermarkets take it a step further and get us to fill the shelves as well?
There's one way I know, but I doubt I'd be allowed to post it.When I'm back in the UK, I use the local Morrisons as its only a five minute walk down the road. I usually have a dozen or so items, and am happy to use the self-checkout tills, but they never like the small backpack I place on the bag area, never once has it worked OK. Anyone know of a way to fool the machine? Sorry to hijack, but it's hardly worth the starting of a new thread.
I must admit, we tend to get ours delivered too. Relatively speaking one can making multiple journeys is far less damaging than multiple cars making multiple journeys.We seldom go shopping; Mrs Gti does something clever on her tablet and every Tuesday a charming man knocks at the door with all the groceries. It costs £32 a year, meaning each weekly delivery costs less than a pound and we must save hundreds of pounds a year by avoiding all the offers and impulse buys that end up being wasted. We get fresh milk delivered daily by Stuart the milkie who takes away the reusable bottles the next day.
Back in the day, the whole supermarket was in a van which drew up at your door, and you didn't need to buy a local newspaper 'cos the driver told you everything that was going on, and more.
I'm old enough to remember those. We'd dash out to get our Lucky Bags and sweets. We had the coal man of course, and paraffin man, log man, mobile library. Best of the lot was an old fella with a horse and cart selling fruit & veg - like a scene straight out of Steptoe & Son.Back in the day, the whole supermarket was in a van which drew up at your door, and you didn't need to buy a local newspaper 'cos the driver told you everything that was going on, and more.
Sweets we used to get from "Penny's"*, not anywhere else, at the top of the hill.I'm old enough to remember those. We'd dash out to get our Lucky Bags and sweets. We had the coal man of course, and paraffin man, log man, mobile library. Best of the lot was an old fella with a horse and cart selling fruit & veg - like a scene straight out of Steptoe & Son.
Alas, old enough to recall the petrol attendants. Stopped a few years ago on work business at a tiny little station in deepest Wales, got out to fill her up myself, shocked to see elderly attendant waiting to do it for me!Companies getting you to do their work is not a new idea. Self assembly furniture was introduced to cut manufacturing costs. There used to be an attendant at the garage to fill cars with petrol.
The oldest example is probably London Underground self service ticket machines.
Hang on just the other day you posted thisWe seldom go shopping; Mrs Gti does something clever on her tablet and every Tuesday a charming man knocks at the door with all the groceries. It costs £32 a year, meaning each weekly delivery costs less than a pound and we must save hundreds of pounds a year by avoiding all the offers and impulse buys that end up being wasted. We get fresh milk delivered daily by Stuart the milkie who takes away the reusable bottles the next day.