Supermarkets often seem to be organized on very strange principles. I know that dairy counters are always against one of the farthest walls, so that in order to pick up frequent necessities like butter and milk and eggs, shoppers are forced to traverse what seem like miles of aisles beckoning seductively, luring us to impulse purchases. Makes a kind of merchandising sense.
But some of the juxtapositions are a bit bizarre. Here are two that struck me as particularly odd.
Beyond the Duraflame logs (winter, cold, comforting flames) are — the eggs?
And beyond lovely long-lasting Alstroemeria is —- the pharmacy?