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The demise of supermarket baskets.

I'm not a number, I'm a free man, and I don't want to use a trolley
The demise of supermarket baskets.

1st world problem I know, but I'm really cheesed off that my favourite supermarket here in Spain, Mercadona has phased out hand baskets - we're trolley only in my branch now, and while I've been suffering in silence about this for nine months or so, now is the time for the worm to turn.

So I wrote them a letter of complaint about it yesterday in both Spanish and English, so let's see what happens. (My money is on nothing, as corporations always value profit over customer convenience). Here it is:

El inglés es mi lengua materna, por lo que primero escribí mi queja en mi lengua materna, luego hay una traducción a continuación creada por ChatGTP, a la que le falta un poco de matiz:
 
I find myself spending less money in Mercadona and more in supermarkets that actually have convenient handbaskets for light shopping.
 
I wasn’t happy when the baskets disappeared from my local branch in Olvera, Cádiz some nine months ago, but I thought rather than complain right away, I’d give it a fair amount of time to try and get used to the ‘new normal’ but here I am complaining because I remain a very unhappy shopper.
 
This letter is prompted by my most recent visit, where I bought 23 euros worth of groceries. On my arrival there were no small trolleys which makes me angry, so instead I took control of a large trolley, knowing this was an unnecessary encumbrance for the small list of shopping it was my ambition to purchase. I tried to store my groceries in the child seat, since that was all the space I needed, but I still had to negotiate the aisles with a trolley that was far too large, that it struck me it was like driving a car around my living room.
 
The checkout queues were enormous but a new one was opened up by a chap called Valle, whom I know from previous encounters is one of your best employees in the branch. His checkout was near the door, furthest from the trolley bay. As has been my practice in the past, knowing this would be perfectly OK with Valle, I put my shopping on the conveyor and parked the oversized trolley behind the counter inline with the impulse purchase items, knowing it wouldn’t be in anyone else’s way. As I reached for my bag for life, some old codger behind me prodded me and pushed the abandoned trolley towards me, I protested saying I don’t need it. To calm the situation, Valle motioned for me to move it to the far wall near the entrance.
 
I was flustered. Since Spanish is my second language I tend to avoid arguments because I may not be able to finish what I started. I wanted to say “I don’t get paid to work here, so I don’t walk around parking trolleys that I didn’t want in the first place”.  I wanted to say “I only had a few items so I just needed a basket, and if I had a basket I could just leave it at the end of the checkout without being accused of being a bad citizen by failing to maintain my environmentally friendly FMCG collection device”.
 
This is the latest in a plethora of mini-disasters that have come to shape my Mercadona shopping experience. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have arrived to find there are no trolleys at all on the shop floor, and so I have delved into the limited timebank God gives me in a day to venture down to the car park in search of a trolley, having to get the elevator to return to the store – an experience I hate because I have mild claustrophobia when it comes to elevators thanks to movies like Speed and Die Hard.
 
The fundamental problem here is that motorists use trolleys while pedestrians use baskets (or used to before you took them away). Now that all the FMCG collection devices are trolleys, they all end up in the car park, in a way baskets never did.
 
I’ve also lost count of the number of times I’ve seen shoppers walk in, ‘tut’ because there are no trolleys (or baskets) but venture in to the store to do their shopping carrying what they can in their arms.
 
Look I’m not a muppet, I know how it works. You’ve probably hired some management consultant straight out of university whose promised to increase you profits by doing away with baskets because then shoppers aren’t limited by the volume of stuff we can carry. He was probably the same genius behind the pineapple PR campaign to get folk to warm to the new trolleys and distract them from the theft of the baskets.
Well this person hasn’t accounted for the positives of using a basket. Being a pedestrian who doesn’t own a car, I deliberately carried my basket by hand so as I shopped, I could gauge the weight of what I was buying – I need to know because I can’t be walking home with too much stuff. With a trolley I have to do that visually so I tend to be cautious and most times buy less than I would have done before. Also baskets promote quick shopping – this is the goal isn’t it? They’re called Fast Moving Consumer Goods for a reason! I’m sure between folk carrying shopping in their arms and folk like me, increasingly using Dia and Albeyco because they do have baskets, any increase to your bottom line is offset by such losses, meanwhile you’re making Mercadona a far less popular place to shop.

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Me encuentro gastando menos dinero en Mercadona y más en supermercados que en realidad tienen canastas de mano convenientes para compras ligeras.
 
No estuve contento cuando las canastas desaparecieron de mi sucursal local en Olvera, Cádiz, hace unos nueve meses, pero pensé que en lugar de quejarme de inmediato, les daría un tiempo razonable para acostumbrarme a la “nueva normalidad”. Sin embargo, aquí estoy quejándome porque sigo siendo un comprador muy descontento.
 
Esta carta surge tras mi visita más reciente, en la que compré 23 euros en comestibles. A mi llegada no había carritos pequeños, lo que me enfureció, así que en su lugar tomé el control de un carrito grande, sabiendo que era una carga innecesaria para la pequeña lista de compras que tenía la intención de adquirir. Traté de guardar mis comestibles en el asiento para niños, ya que era todo el espacio que necesitaba, pero aún así tuve que sortear los pasillos con un carrito demasiado grande, que me pareció como conducir un coche por mi sala de estar.
 
Las colas en las cajas eran enormes, pero se abrió una nueva atendida por un tal Valle, a quien conozco de encuentros anteriores y que es uno de sus mejores empleados en la sucursal. Su caja estaba situada cerca de la puerta, la más alejada de la zona de carritos. Como he hecho habitualmente en el pasado, sabiendo que a Valle le parecería perfectamente aceptable, coloqué mis compras en la cinta transportadora y aparqué el carrito sobredimensionado detrás del mostrador, alineado con los productos de compra impulsiva, convencido de que no estorbaría a nadie. Al alcanzar mi bolsa para la compra, un viejo cascarrabias que estaba detrás de mí empujó el carrito abandonado hacia mí, a lo que protesté diciendo que no lo necesitaba. Para calmar la situación, Valle me indicó que lo trasladara a la pared lejana, cerca de la entrada.
 
Me sentí alterado. Dado que el español es mi segundo idioma, tiendo a evitar discusiones porque puede que no sea capaz de terminar lo que empiezo. Quería decir “no me pagan para trabajar aquí, así que no ando estacionando carritos que no quise en primer lugar”. Quería decir “solo tenía unos pocos artículos, así que solo necesitaba una canasta, y si hubiera tenido una canasta, podría dejarla al final de la caja sin ser acusado de ser un mal ciudadano por no mantener mi dispositivo ecológico para la recogida de productos de consumo masivo”.
 
Este es el último de una plétora de mini-desastres que han venido a definir mi experiencia de compra en Mercadona. He perdido la cuenta de las veces que he llegado y me he encontrado con que no hay carritos en absoluto en la tienda, y así he recurrido al limitado tiempo que Dios me da en un día para aventurarme al aparcamiento en busca de un carrito, teniendo que usar el ascensor para volver a la tienda, una experiencia que odio porque tengo una leve claustrofobia con respecto a los ascensores, gracias a películas como Speed y Die Hard.
 
El problema fundamental aquí es que los automovilistas usan carritos mientras que los peatones usan canastas (o lo hacían antes de que se las quitaran). Ahora que todos los dispositivos para la recogida de FMCG son carritos, todos terminan en el aparcamiento, de la misma manera que las canastas nunca lo hicieron.
 
También he perdido la cuenta de las veces que he visto a compradores entrar, murmurar “tut” porque no hay carritos (o canastas) y aventurarse a la tienda para hacer sus compras llevando lo que pueden en sus brazos.
 
Mira, no soy un tonto, sé cómo funciona. Probablemente hayan contratado a algún consultor de gestión recién salido de la universidad, quien prometió aumentar sus ganancias eliminando las canastas, porque así los compradores no están limitados por el volumen de cosas que pueden llevar. Probablemente fue el mismo genio detrás de la campaña de relaciones públicas de la piña para que la gente se familiarizara con los nuevos carritos y se distrajera del robo de las canastas.
 
Bueno, esa persona no ha tenido en cuenta los aspectos positivos de usar una canasta. Siendo un peatón que no posee coche, llevaba deliberadamente mi canasta a mano para, al hacer las compras, poder medir el peso de lo que adquiría —lo necesito saber porque no puedo llegar a casa cargado con demasiadas cosas. Con un carrito tengo que hacer esa estimación visualmente, por lo que tiendo a ser cauteloso y, la mayoría de las veces, compro menos de lo que habría comprado antes. Además, las canastas fomentan una compra rápida —¿no es ese el objetivo? ¡Se llaman Productos de Consumo de Rápido Movimiento por una razón! Estoy seguro de que, entre la gente que lleva las compras en brazos y aquellos como yo, que cada vez utilizan más Dia y Albeyco porque sí tienen canastas, cualquier aumento en sus beneficios se ve compensado por tales pérdidas, mientras que, al mismo tiempo, están haciendo de Mercadona un lugar mucho menos popular para ir de compras.
 
Saludos
 
 
Image attribution: Er nun wieder, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mercadona_Cadiz_2012.jpg)

Chemicals in Spain

The perils and pleasures awaiting you in chemists, supermarkets and hardware stores
 
In my early days in Spain I owned a little land and immediately found I was at war with weeds and insects. To keep down the fleas and ticks, the local vet hooked me up with a chemical that I needed to spray "all over everything", warning me not to get any on the dog, cats chickens or pigeons. I can't remember what it was called but it smelt awful and I had to wear a mask to avoid breathing it in.
 
The farmers were always recommending sprays as well. My apricot leaves started to curl-up one day and I made the mistake of taking a sample into a bar frequented by local farmers and asking their advice. Never do this! I nearly started WW3 as arguments raged about the best plan of attack. Again, I was steered towards various chemical sprays for  bugs and fungi, each one of which smelt stronger than the last. I read the contents of one of these and found it contained chemicals that were banned in many countries of the EU and beyond. Eventually it was removed from sale in Spain but not until I'd been using it for a few years. In anticipation of the ban my farmer friends told me they had stock-piled quantities so that they would be able to continue using it for years to come. Such was the dangerous nature of the stuff, I erected a steel cabinet in my shed and kept everything under lock and key in case a visiting child had an urge to play with my 'chemistry set'.
 
I'd always eaten apple skins prior to coming to Spain. Then one day I was having lunch with a farmer who had lots of fruit trees of various types. He started to peel an apple and I mentioned that I generally eat the skins. He didn't have to say anything. He just wagged a negative finger and mimed a spraying action. I got the message. Clearly as a fruit grower he doesn't eat the skins because of the chemicals which land on there!
 
I had flu one day back then and a Spanish friend laughed when I told him I was taking Frenadol, the sort of Beacham's powder they sell as a cold remedy over here.
 
"That stuff is rubbish, you want to get some Algidol" he said as he pulled out a pen and wrote down the name for me. So I bought so Algidol over the counter in the chemists and sure enough it dried my nose up a treat. The list of ingredients on the packet included 'codeine phosphate'  an opioid analgesic, which would require a doctors prescription anywhere else but Spain. Back then it was possible to get antibiotics over the counter too, and high strength 600mg Ibuprofen, though recent tightening of the regulations here are causing pharmacies to stop selling them.
 
You can see a theme arising here. Spain does have regulations for the sale and distribution for chemicals but they always seem to be lagging behind other countries, or sometimes ignored altogether.
 
Hardware stores (Ferreterias) and even general supermarkets in Spain sell a dizzying array of  chemical products in concentrations and quantities that shocked me when I moved over here. Back in blighty where I'd lived for forty years I'd seen many dangerous chemicals removed from sale, diluted to reduce their potential to cause death, or sold in 'child proof' containers so difficult to open that they challenge even the most ingenious of adults. Not so in Spain. My local Dia supermarket sells bleach in large yellow bottles with a red screw-cap which is not child-proof or even sealed. Rather than being on shelves out of harms way, the bottles are stocked on the floor at exactly the right height to provide an inviting challenge to an inquisitive toddler.
 
This article was prompted by a Facebook post in which several  chemicals got a mention.  The first one people generally seem to encounter when they first come to Spain is 'Agua Fuerte' which is sold in all supermarkets as a cleaning product. At first glance it translates as 'strong water ' though you would be in for an unpleasant surprise if you tried to drink some, as it is in fact Hydrochloric acid. It is quite popular here, probably because most of the water here is very hard, so the acid works well attacking tiles and surfaces that are stained with calcium. I used to drain my pool once a year and sweep it through with 10 litres of the stuff to get rid of the limescale.
 
Much stronger products are sold in the supermarkets for the purposes of cleaning drains. Sulphuric acid in a frighteningly high concentration is available as a drain cleaner but it will also melt the metal drain in your sink or shower so has to be used with great care by someone who really know what they're doing. Caustic soda is also sold as a drain cleaner here. It sounds like something you would put in your washing but in fact it is a powerful alkali. A bar owner I once knew used it to clean a blocked toilet, which subsequently blew back in his face causing some nasty burns.
 
Recently I was working with epoxy resin, to resurface the fretboard of my bass guitar.  I was advised that for cleaning, the best solvent to use was acetone, the essential chemical component in nail varnish remover. I thought I'd seen it in the hardware store so I trotted down there and had a word with the owner. He disappeared behind the counter and returned with a litre bottle of the stuff which, unusually did have a child-proof cap and several worrying warning signs hinting at fire and explosions. I knew little about acetone, so I asked my friend Google.  I was surprised what a versatile and nasty chemical it is. The first Youtube video showed a chap with a five litre bottle of bleach into which he injected 100ml of acetone. He did nothing more than leave it to settle overnight.  The next day there was a liquid layer at the bottom of the bottle which was neat chloroform! This is clearly powerful stuff!
 
My local Mercadona supermarket sells a product for cleaning glass in ovens and log burners. A friend recommended this but also issued a warning to be careful using it as it was nasty stuff. I read the small-print on the back and it contains hydrogen peroxide, but ten times stronger than you would use to lighten your hair! It's rocket fuel! Dye your locks with this stuff and you'll wake up bald as a coot in the morning! Again on a Youtube video, I found that this over-the-counter chemical mixed with the right quality of acetone leaves a solid residue that looks like salt. It is in fact acetone peroxide a.k.a 'The Mother of Satan' which came to fame when it was used in a failed suicide bombing attempt by the shoe-bomber Richard Reid in 2001.
 
Doubtless all these strong chemicals can be sourced in other countries but it seems much easier to find them here and Spain. The topic of the original Facebook post which inspired this article was a government warning about the danger of mixing cleaning products. As you can see from the above, this is advice really worth listening to.