But, as always happens in Vietnam, one day it was there, & the next day an empty building...the next closest supermarket was miles away, & not worth the effort to just get a few items...since then I have just bought stuff at the Convenience store, out on the street...convenient (lol) but they dont have a lot of choices!
A few days ago, Hanh told me that there was another large supermarket, not far away (no one thought to tell me this, in the past two years?...perhaps Hanh knew what was going to happen? Lol)
So off I set this morning, with my trusty Xe Om driver...there was indeed a HUGE supermarket, bustling with people...Vietnamese people!
Yep...it was a local supermarket, meaning nothing was written in English, nor spoken....but hey, I have eyes, a tin of cream corn looks the same, no matter what the language, eh?
There was a palable stir as I entered...all eyes followed my progress!
As I pushed my cart around, I suddenly realised I had a trail of people following me....avidly watching what I put in my trolley, & hushed discussions on every item...the Muesli & a small carton of cream that I bought as a treat, caused a real flurry...as I moved on, a number of folks rushed to the shelf to see what it was I had bought (obviously unfamiliar to them)....people would brush past, supposedly looking for stuff on the shelves, but having a good old scan of the contents of my trolley...LMAO
When I bought a toilet brush, there were actual gasps of astonishment! What? They think we dont clean our toilets? Lol
(I do have the cleaning lady to clean my room & change my bed, but I only ask her about once a fortnight, so like to keep it clean myself, in between times)
Finally, I led my little crowd to the checkout...facing panicked reactions from the checkout girls...they were all praying I wouldnt choose their checkout, & speak English at them...Lmao
The girl I chose stood there like a deer caught in headlights...positively goggle eyed with fear....
I greeted her, with a big smile, in my basic Vietnamese "Sin Chao...jao boi sang?" (Hello...how are you?) but she was so panicked, it didnt compute...I may as well have been speaking swahili...LOL...she was almost in tears, poor wee thing!
She desperately looked about, & called over a guy in a suit, who it turned out was the Manager, & whose English was minutely better than my Vietnamese...
He asked me what it was that I wanted...WTF?
Just to pay for my groceries!
When he realised there wasnt a problem, just an over reaction from the checkout girl, he turned on her & gave her a right telling off, then turned away saying "stupid girl", before bowing to me...I felt really sorry for her!
I headed out, with a couple of my audience insisting on carrying my bags...there was another shock waiting for them when I clambered on to the back of the motorbike taxi...I think they expected a Limo...lol
My Xe Om driver was pissing himself with laughter !
I waved like the Queen, as we left..LMAO