There’s an art to breaking up, requiring a certain finesse to gently let someone down.

Or so we thought, until we heard about the breakups happening in the least romantic and most unlikely of locations. Forget the dramatic airport goodbyes or the tearful scenes in a rain-soaked park; the new breakup hotspot might just be the middle aisle, between the cannellini beans and the kebab-flavoured pot noodles.

One of the most hilarious, albeit unfortunate, binning stories comes from a friend who experienced the absurdity of being dumped in a supermarket.

There she was, basket in hand, mentally preparing a delightful Sunday roast for her boyfriend’s family, casually thinking about whether to add stuffing or if that was just an unnecessary luxury that added time and complexity to an already unexpected Sunday roast meal, whilst her boyfriend, musing at the jars of pasta sauces, is figuring out which aisle is best to have a tier one relationship chat.

The scene was as ordinary as any shopping day, rows of veg, the beeping of checkout scanners, shoppers milling about. But amidst the shopping chaos, her boyfriend decided it was time to drop the bin bomb-right there in the middle aisle, between the brand owed beans, tinned ravioli and flavoured olive oils.

Her response?

"In Asda, you're binning me in Asda?"

The question so filled with disbelief and so comically bad that it underscores the sheer absurdity of the situation.

I mean I actually cried laughing when she told me. So did she.

It wasn't the visualisation of her in shock, standing next to a pyramid of oranges or a freezer full of Aunt Bessie's Yorkshire puddings, it was the incredulity in her response, as if it wouldn't have been so bad if she was in say Waitrose, or anywhere else for that matter. But Asda? Who the f@&k gets binned in Asda?

But there it happened.

The end of what you thought was a promising relationship, announced in the same breath as mundane commentary on whether to choose ready to go roasties or do them yourself.

This story raises the curtain on a series of similarly unlikely breakup anecdotes. There’s the one about the guy who got dumped on a Ferris wheel. Just as the ride hit its pinnacle, offering breath-taking views of the city below, his girlfriend felt it was the perfect moment to tell him she was "seeing someone more grounded" Pahhhh.

Or the tale of a woman who thought her boyfriend was about to propose at a Sushi restaurant, he even got down on one knee! Instead of a ring, he presented a gift card to her favourite spa, suggesting she'd need some "me time" to process his decision to call it quits.

These stories, while humorously tragic, remind us of the essential unpredictability of relationships.

They also serve as a cautionary tale about choosing the right moment and place for sensitive conversations. After all, being dumped is hard enough without having to ask a nearby shopper to pass you a tissue. Plan it with kindness, even though you’re probably going to destroy the other person, and person up, face to face is best not on WhatsApp.

So, next time you're gearing up for that "we need to talk" chat, maybe skip the public places, fairground rides, Sushi bars and definitely Asda. And if you ever find yourself on the receiving end in the middle of Asda, or any supermarket, for that matter, just remember, you're part of the '‘I’ve been dumped in Asda gang’.

And who knows? You might just walk away with a great dinner and an even better story to make your mates laugh at that dinner.

"In ASDA, you're binning me in ASDA?" - #binnedinasda