A picture of a tupperware container with a blob of potato salad. Woohooooooo! Another place where my bring-your-own-container madness has been accepted with a smile.
I have cycled past this shop a few times picking up Little Miss O from kindy, and I saw that they had potato salad, which we have with our J-brekky on the weekends. Rocked up today with my own container, and it was not a problem. And you know what else? I was served by a person. A person who smiled. A person who was happy to use my container. A person who wished me well on my way. There was no queue. No rush. No assembly line feel.
Also, today, at the bread shop, I got a lot of extra bread from the slicing lady. Not sure why, it was termed under "service", but hell...when does that happen when you pick up your pre-packaged loaf at the supermarket?
I am not going to ditch the supermarket as it is mighty convenient, but I am definitely going to go and explore my local shops a bit more fully. I have a retro dream of stores where people know your name and have a chat to you when you come in.
A side note: Got to start sorting out the amount of plastic etc. in our house. BPA is a nasty, nasty thing.