Hereby hangs a tale. I must have passed by this door at my local T***o – they said not to mention their name – hundreds of times. Today the absurdity of a door being alarmed hit me, and I could imagine the artyfakt. There was a big wire trundly thing full of milk in front of it, which I didn’t want to alarm the poor wee door any further by moving. In any case, **s*o is funny about people taking pictures in their stores. Each of the 3 staff I spoke to wanted to know why, and my explanation evidently did not compute with anyone. My request went up the chain of command to a supervisor, who agreed as long as I didn’t mention they were *e*c*. So that was alright.