Like a pilgrim I was drawn closer to the temple. The glass gates, by some miracle, opened before me, and mustering up every ounce of courage I possessed, I stepped forward into Utopia, armed with only a wayward trolley for protection. I stood in awe everything was so beautiful under the high voltage strip lighting. The wafting tinkly music enticed me to buy, while the crying child (which many stores have taken to installing, together with a foul mouthed irate mother) lifted my spirits. Was I in heaven? I must be - where else could one buy a 26 roll pack of ultra-absorbent kitchen paper and receive another one absolutely free? I had to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming.
I wandered aimlessly along the aisles, gathering my thoughts and pondering on life's great philosophical questions, such as “Who am I?”; “What is the meaning of life?”;