Last August I bemoaned the fact that the cashiers at W.H.Smith always asked you if you want some chocolate. (A bit like like: "Want something for the weekend?"). That W.H. Smithian chocoholism went on for several years.
Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather this morning when I bought my "Private Eye". Not a bit of chocolate in sight at the till. Instead a glorious display of memory sticks.
And instead of "Do you want some chocolate?" as I handed over my money, it was "Do you want some specially discounted memory sticks?"
Sadly, I can now continue you my career as the scourge of WH Smith cashiers. I work for a computer company. Memory sticks are not a problem for me.
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