In the cafeteria I am called “My darling” four times. They must really like me. I must tell Mrs Ranger. But its great they're so friendly. I order the Victoria Sponge and a cup of tea. £2.25.
The cake is pre-sliced and for a cup of tea I was given a cup and a teabag and pointed in the direction of the counter in the seating area. There I had to figure out which machine dispenses the hot water and there was no milk in the flask. It makes it so stressful.
This is not cake heaven and there is no chance of a relaxing time. However, there has been a service improvement. Last time I had sandwich cake in Asda from the café the wedge shaped slice was pre-wrapped in film packaging. And although the pieces were laid out as though they all formed part of a single cake, I don’t think they had ever met each other before being put out on display. It was like they were conjoined pieces of cake that had been separated at birth and then brought back for display purposes. But this cake tastes nice. I think the film may have been removed this morning.
Then Mrs R called. Just as I was about to take a bite. I don’t know how she knows. I told her I was on a mission in Asda, Skelmersdale. Undercover I said. And she gave me a list of things to buy. I don’t think she takes my mission in West Lancs seriously. Can you imagine
Lois Lane calling Superman to ask him to pick up a pint of milk on the way home just as he stops a speeding train. Or Spiderman, while he is wrestling with the Green Goblin, being asked by Aunt May to get some bread from the Spar. I have told her repeatedly that I am The Scone Ranger, and she just says, “Yes, of course you are dear- and don't forget the yoghurt."
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