One of the things I am really fond of is the weekly shopping experience. I like toimag

One of the things I am really fond of is the weekly shopping experience. I like to

imagine pushing the trolley slowly around the supermarket and taking anything that

interests me. But my experience is not always so exciting. First it is difficult to get

a shopping trolley. Carefully designed not only to hold all shapes and sizes of

purchases, a single trolley is hard to get out of the line of trolley s where it is

parked. Often one needs the help of two strong men. The next lesson is that women never

follow a logical route when shopping. Your wife has disappeared before you know it.

After ten minutes of searching, when you finally find her in a far corner, she

enquires: “Where have you been all this time, dear？” Supermarket managers are sent on

courses to learn how to tempt the customers and persuade them to buy goods they do not

really need, at prices they are not able afford. As a newcomer, I am often taken in by

their clever techniques, as I take many goods off the shelves. But I am often

discouraged by my wife. “Put it back, dear.” “You’ve tried that before and didn’t

take to it.” “No, it’s too expensive.” After the week’s groceries have been

collected, the last trial is passing through the checkout counter. Never join the

shortest queue. It usually contains several shoppers who pay by writing out a personal

cheque and who wait until all their purchases have been totaled up before beginning a

mad search through their handbags for their cheque books. When the book is found, the

customer never knows the date, asks again for the forgotten total and forgets to put

the address on the back. Don’t be fooled, either, by thinking that this is the end of

the exercise. When the cheque has been carefully examined by the cashier, a bell rings

, and there is a further wait until a supervisor arrives to say that the cheque can be

accepted. Then it is our turn, and the checkout girl is so quick and efficient that we

don’t have time to get our own chequebook ready. But the people who are packing our

shopping are kind and give us friendly smiles When we come once more into the great

outside world, a broken egg is running down my trousers. I hear the voice of my wife

call out: “Oops, dear, mind the trolley.” Shopping!

1. How often does the author go shopping？

A. every day

B. every week

C. every month

D. every year

2. The author does not find his shopping experience always ______.

A. exciting

B. useful

C. embarrassing

D. time-consuming

3.The last trial is ____________________________.

A. collecting groceries

B. passing through the checkout counter

C. having a rest

D. saying goodbye

4. Who comes to check whether the cheque can be accepted.

A. The supervisor

B. The manager

C. The salesgirl

D. The husband

5. When they come into the great outside world, the author finds that ______.

A. he can’t find the car

B. he can’t find his wife

C. a ten-dollar note on the ground

D. a broken egg is running down his trousers