surviving the shop

This is not going to be about food at all, it is my weekly rant about elbows. We are back from the store. It is Friday afternoon, and even this time, we survived. This isn’t so easy as it sounds.

I’m born in Western Germany. One would think that this prepared me for most shopping styles of the world - however, a Friday in a Swedish store makes me wonder. But let’s go generalize nation for nation.