Had a surreal moment in Morrison's this afternoon. I was in the beer aisle (as you are) when I heard an admonishment from the adjoining aisle. I stopped as I thought I caught a familiar name and listened intently. Sure enough there it was again.
"Laxie, I told you do not touch those" was the loud refrain.
OMG it can't be, I U-turned the trolley all beer offers forgotten and steered towards the adjoining aisle.
"Laxie, I won't tell you again" came the irate bellow
I turned into the aisle and there was a father wagging his finger at a small blonde haired girl who was trying to grab a handful of crisp packets.
What are the odds, I sympathised with the wee girl for her unfortunate name and continued on amazed at the foolishness of the family in their naming stakes.