Reverend Green's Bible Of Misanthropy

A chance meeting in Tesco Extra

02/03/19

3:15pm

A chance meeting in Tesco Extra

4revgreen: A mere two days after uploading my post "My strangest encounter as a Reverend" I think I may have just had a stranger encounter- with the same girl.

It came to my attention this morning as I opened my kitchen cupboards to find nothing but a tin of beans that it was most likely time to do the food shopping, and since no shops do home deliveries to house out here that meant I had to physically leave the house and drive my Proton Jumbuck pickup truck (Gifted to me by my uncle in his will) to the nearest Tesco Extra which happens to be almost 15 miles away in the next town over. I like to keep these trips at a minimum and buy a lot so I don't have to go back for a while, however since I don't actually get paid for what I do, I'm just given free accommodation and the money to buy essentials from the church (I'm not the only one who works there, I'm just the only who lives there) I can never afford that much food.

Today,I got to Tesco at around 8:30am and instantly had to refrain myself from ramming into people with the trolley. Do people really not understand that standing in the middle of the isle is a very inconvenient thing to do? It's always old people too, as if they haven't lived long enough to know that it's annoying. I went to the aisle with all the tins and start piling them into the trolley when I saw a familiar face walk past carrying a lot of bottles of table salt- the girl who came into the church for holy water. I don't know what she would usually be doing on a Saturday morning, but there she was in a Tesco Extra buying an excess amount of salt?

I didn't particularly question it since it's none of my business and I already knew she was a bit odd, to put it lightly. So I continued round the store filling my trolley with the other things I need and the proceed to the tills. It's pretty busy seeing as it's a Saturday and I just wanted to get out there as fast as I could. I paid (I had brought my own shopping bags, being environmentally friendly as always) and then somehow weaved my trolley through the crowds of old people and stray toddlers towards the exit.

The girl (Star?) was arguing with a security guard and I assumed she'd been caught trying to steal all those bottles of salt. In a split second I made the decision to intervene in the situation. The girl intrigued me so much that I couldn't just leave it.

I asked the security guard what was wrong and told him that I knew the girl, winking at her as I did so. She nodded to me. The guard said she'd been causing trouble with customers and had been hanging round the store with a bag filled with an excessive amount of salt. (So she hadn't actually done anything wrong) I offered to escort her home and the guard let her off with a warning.

Outside of the shop she turned to me and asked why I had done that, to which I replied that she interested me (Looking back that probably sounded quite weird) and that she hadn't done anything wrong so shouldn't have been in trouble. She shrugged and then went to walk away in the direction of the bike racks - where a cut bike lock lay on the concrete. She swore and picked up the lock. "That bike cost me two hundred quid" (Most of our conversation is what I can recall from memory. It's not spot on but it's essentially what was said)

The prospect that she cycled 15 miles here just to buy table salt and was prepared to cycle 15 miles back with a plastic bag full of the table salt was – for lack of a better word – interesting to me. I offered to take her to the police station to report the theft but she declined "I don't have the best track record with the police,"

"The demon in the cafe thing?" I enquired. She nodded.

"And a lot of other minor things. They wont believe me. You don't believe me either, about the demon thing,"