B.K. General Store

Me: Do you sell markers? Big black ones?
Cashier: Like this? [points to box of about a dozen in assorted colours]
Me: Hm… that seems like more than I need.
Cashier: How about this? [points at a box with two markers]
Me: Oh. Perfect. I’ll take it.
Cashier: Which one? They’re £1 each.
Me: Uh… the black one. Oh, hell. I’ll just take the whole package.
Cashier: That’ll be £1.99, then. [
Whew. Good thing I saved a penny on that second marker… check me out, being all cost-​efficient and all. No joke.

I do feel rather superficial actually admitting this but here goes. I love this place pretty much entirely due to it’s little canopy outside. I’m aware it’s plastic and it’s been whiter in it’s time but still. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
Meanwhile, inside the shop they have managed to fit loads into a small space and they have reasonable prices despite being bang in the middle of Great Western Road. Even at 3pm on a wildly sunny weekday afternoon in July, I could have my pick of papers from here.
This was doubly pleasing because I had just gotten back from Italy, was covered in sunburn and MASSIVE mosquito bites — sorry welts — and needed to catch up on some news with a pint of the cloudy stuff while waiting on the boy.
So this little place not only looks like the ticket but I also have nice memories about it too. Oh, and you can always entertain yourself for a little bit by reading the adverts stuck up in the window. Excellent.

Another shop on the corner type-​place. Everything and anything you want, they will probably have lurking in the dark corners of the shop…
Scenario #23: Need a magazine.
Shuffle round the cat food to get to the magazine stand (if I had a cat it would be eating 3 tins of Whiskas for £1, especially with the truckload they have on offer!)
Eenie-​meenie-​minie-​mo! AHA! Heat magazine… ahaha silly celebrities in their swimming costumes, oh and Kerry Katona has fallen off the wagon, once again… tut…but wait. ‘Closer’ claims to give me these stories and more, for £1 less. Hmm… which magazine. to buy​.er​.er… Heat, no, Closer, no… er. Closer, yes, Closer. No. Heat.
Shuffle back round the cat food to the till.
«Just Heat magazine for you there love?»
«Thanks. Oh wait, and I’ll take a lolly as well.»
«Good choice.»
«Thanks.»
Ah pleasant transaction, don’t you think?