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It's not often that I'm reduced to tears in a supermarket. In fact, it's probably only happened two times before today. One of those was Christmas Eve Eve, 23 December, a couple of years ago, when our local Sainsbury's had run out of sprouts! My tears were not sad for the impending absence of miniature cabbages from my festive feast, but laughter induced tears from witnessing what appeared to be the end of the world for some fellow shoppers and their total disregard for the true meaning of the season, in their fight over the last few bags of those little green gasballs of delight. The second, some crazy shopping shenanigans with my Boo, my equally crazy daughter with whom I have a shared humour wavelength which is quite dangerous in certain scenarios, such as supermarket shopping. Again it was Sainsbury's and again they were tears of laughter. Today, however, was different. On more than one note. The store of choice was Lidl. Easter Saturday lunchtime, fairly