Today is Boxing Day.
I finished at 1745, and we close at 1800. I popped in store for some groceries (read: cider, lager and cola) in my last fifteen minutes then went outside to wait.
Our Checkouts Manager (P), was stood at the entrance telling people that the store is closed.
Most people were fine, though I noticed a large amount of sighs.
One fucker though was not.
P: We're closed, I'm afraid.
Fucker: Pull the other one.
P: It's a bank holiday and we've stayed open beyond normal trading hours.
F: Can't I just get blah?
P: No, I'm sorry.
F: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
P: There's nothing I can do.
F: FUCK YOU YOU FUCKER!
He then proceeds to phlegm in his face.
Wanker.
I finished at 1745, and we close at 1800. I popped in store for some groceries (read: cider, lager and cola) in my last fifteen minutes then went outside to wait.
Our Checkouts Manager (P), was stood at the entrance telling people that the store is closed.
Most people were fine, though I noticed a large amount of sighs.
One fucker though was not.
P: We're closed, I'm afraid.
Fucker: Pull the other one.
P: It's a bank holiday and we've stayed open beyond normal trading hours.
F: Can't I just get blah?
P: No, I'm sorry.
F: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
P: There's nothing I can do.
F: FUCK YOU YOU FUCKER!
He then proceeds to phlegm in his face.
Wanker.
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