Is it just me, or has the "quick" Colruyt trip become a myth?
I went in today for "just a few things" and somehow emerged two hours later with a bulk crate of Cara, three kilos of frozen frietjes, and a slight sense of confusion. I don't know if it’s the lack of background music or the way the staff zooms around on those forklifts like they’re in the Belgian Grand Prix, but I lose all sense of time in there.
Does anyone else feel like they’ve mastered the art of the "Colruyt shuffle" through the cold room, or am I the only one who still freezes to death while looking for the right cheese? Honestly, at this point, I think the checkout lines are the only thing keeping my social life alive. What’s your record for the fastest "in and out" without getting distracted by the red prices?