Today we made the crazy decision to nip to Asda for a few wee bits’n’bobs we needed. We should have known better than to venture forth on the penultimate shopping day before Christmas!
After initially taking an abortive look at the Asda near us in Hulme and seeing the size of the queue of cars waiting to get in, we decided to go down to the one by the Trafford Centre in the vain hope that this one might not be so hard to get to, given the ‘retail other attractions’ and copious car-parking in the area.
How wrong can you get!
After initially queuing for about 30 mins, just to get into the place and then enduring a similar queue at the tills, we emerged to find out that it was impossible to get out of the carpark. The queue of cars trying to get in, the dozens of cars bimbling round, trying to find a vacant spot and the queue of cars trying to get out had all blended and mixed together, so that the whole carpark was just a complete log-jam of cars pointing in different directions and trying to inch their way in front of, behind, or between other cars.
A few bewildered looking carpark attendants were wandering round pointing in different directions and issuing conflicting instructions to people, who promptly ignored them. We must have sat there for about 45 mins, barely moving until some bright spark amongst the car-parking staff made an executive decision to open a padlocked yard at the side of the building, which we were ushered to drive thorough, emerging into the goods yard of a Halfords next door and thence back out onto the road.
Memo to self: Never ever try going shopping again, that close to Christmas!