It’s no surprise the ‘90s are back

Twenty-odd years ago I had an encounter in a supermarket that haunts me to this day. Trailing my mum around Quinnsworth, I picked up something dropped by a child sitting in a trolley.
“Say thank you to the boy,” his mother instructed as I handed it back. “Thank you,” he said, and off they went, leaving a very distraught teenage girl in their wake.