Supermarket shittyness

Going to Sainsbury's on a Saturday morning is never what I'd describe as pleasant, more mundane, sometimes frustrating. But it seems this morning fate decided this was not enough of an experience.
First there was the mature lady in front of me at the check out who pointed to the brand of mouthwash I was buying and said:
"That's expensive isn't it? You can get it for a pound in poundland, it's still in date and everything, but it just costs a pound."
Not content with this observation and probably in her eyes, advice, she added:
"It's rubbish anyway, it doesn't clean your teeth."
So feeling somewhat perturbed I was naturally ecstatic when the young man at the check out decided to put the boot in. He caught a glimpse of the 8-year-old photo on my NUJ card,  which I keep in my purse, as I was paying and said:
"Is that a really old photo?"
I'm now sitting on my sofa slowing feeding my old face with a large bar of over-priced, fair-trade, plain chocolate.