cos my friend thinks I was. 
It had been a good day, and we were closed (can you see where this is going?)
I locked the door, and printed the till report. I had left my keys in the door, and walked round the desk to get them, when this wheelchair-bound man starts telling me through the door he needs in to 'Get a wee bag o` frolics!' I said 'sorry, we are closed'( and I was appologetic, but it was 5 mins after closing, and the till was closed down) and went to walk away from the door to get the till drawer (I needed my keys to unlock the drawer)
He yells 'Ya f***ing b*tch!!! Let ME IN!!' and starts shaking and banging the door.
In these situations, my mouth acts before my brain, and I responded ' oh Yeah, I am really going to let you in now(!)'
I carried on with getting the credit card reading, and he carries on yelliing 'F***ing b*tch! You need to F*** yoursel'! I've got F***ing hunners o' pounds I could spend!' I manage to ignore him, till he starts yelling through the letter box that he is going to get me for this, and he is going to report me, at which point, I offer him my head office's phone number. I get all my reports and go through to the office. The man is gone by the time we are ready to leave.
When I told one of my friends about this, he told me I should have let the man in, 'cos he was in a wheelchair.
I feel that as the store was closed, the till ect. shut down, no-one, able-bodied or not, should be getting in.

It had been a good day, and we were closed (can you see where this is going?)
I locked the door, and printed the till report. I had left my keys in the door, and walked round the desk to get them, when this wheelchair-bound man starts telling me through the door he needs in to 'Get a wee bag o` frolics!' I said 'sorry, we are closed'( and I was appologetic, but it was 5 mins after closing, and the till was closed down) and went to walk away from the door to get the till drawer (I needed my keys to unlock the drawer)
He yells 'Ya f***ing b*tch!!! Let ME IN!!' and starts shaking and banging the door.
In these situations, my mouth acts before my brain, and I responded ' oh Yeah, I am really going to let you in now(!)'
I carried on with getting the credit card reading, and he carries on yelliing 'F***ing b*tch! You need to F*** yoursel'! I've got F***ing hunners o' pounds I could spend!' I manage to ignore him, till he starts yelling through the letter box that he is going to get me for this, and he is going to report me, at which point, I offer him my head office's phone number. I get all my reports and go through to the office. The man is gone by the time we are ready to leave.
When I told one of my friends about this, he told me I should have let the man in, 'cos he was in a wheelchair.
I feel that as the store was closed, the till ect. shut down, no-one, able-bodied or not, should be getting in.
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