Well, not an armed escort by still instead of my nice walk home I had to get the managers to arrange for someone to drop me off at home all due to some punks who couldn't take 'no' for answer.
Now, on Wednesdays I work until 11, just long enough for it to niiiice and dark before I walk home. At about 10:40 some guys walk in and head straight for the booze, none of them look old enough so everyone instantly clocks them and keeps an eye on them, especially the security guy (important later).
But of course they come to me, I must look like a soft touch, they all come to me. Every. Single. Time. I ask for I.D. One guy pulls out his licence, the others are a no-go. So I tell them no beer for them, and now the fun starts
SC's 1,2 +3: you know who these are right?
Me: The wonderful and long suffering cashier Thought in italics
R: Heroic Security guy
SC1: You're having a laugh right?
Me:Why do they always ask this? No, if you don't all have I.D. I can't sell to you.
SC2: That is f*cking bullsh*t!
SC3: Yeah!
Me: Yep, you're buying booze and I ask for I.D. God, I'm such a bitch! Sorry you think so but that doesn't change the fact that I can't sell to you.
SC1: But I have I.D.!
Me: But they don't and you're in a group. Dumbasses. Don't you know you send the one with the I.D. while the rest wait outside? And you wonder why you got caught?
SC1: This is such bullsh*t!
[enter R]
R: There a problem?
SC1: She won't sell to us?
R: You got I.D.?
SC1: I do!
R: But they don't? Sorry boys we can't sell to you.
SC3: That is so f*cking weak!
R: Wells sorry but that's they way it is, if you boys would to leave now.
SC3: Stop saying you're sorry it makes you look f*ucking weak you f*cking faggot.
Me:Yeah, 'cause trying to buy booze and then trowing a fit like a two year old makes you look well tough.
Well, they leave and that should be the end of that right?
Yeah, right. And if you believed that I got a couple of national landmarks to sell, cheap.
Well, finally it's time for me to go home (incidentally I got to see out some more cardless kids but at least they left it at just pissed off sighing) and I walk towards the escalator at the front of the store to go up stairs to the staff rooms and get my stuff.
And at the entrance who do I see but SC3 yelling at R and another security guy. It's been 20 minutes and this guy still hasn't got it into his skull that he ain't getting booze! Give it up. Seeing that, I change my mind and go up the stairs at the back of the store. Surely by the time I've got my stuff together and 'powdered my nose' these creeps will have pissed off by then, right?
Those landmarks are still going cheap ya know.
Well I come down to grab a few things before I go home and I am informed by J, my team leader, that while the SC's have left the store they are still hanging around outside.
At this point I get scared. I've got a 15-20 minute walk back home, in the dark. Normally I don't mind, I always keep an eye and ear on my surroundings and I carry keys in my hand with the keys sticking through my fingers, if anyone comes for me I'm at least going to make them think twice about it. But 3 against 1, when I have no idea if they're packing knifes (and they certainly looked the type to do so)? Yeah, no f*cking way.
Now when I scared I tend to get angry as well, so I'm standing there, my shopping completely forgotten, calling these punks every name under the sun, shocking the hell out of J, and working myself up into a right state. J then gets R to call down the night-manager and they arrange for one of the stackers to take 5 mins off to drop me back home. Which he does, after a little teasing from me about him being knight in a shiny red car
But I am just so pissed off over the fact that I can't do my f*cking job without running the risk of some little f*cker getting arsey about it and threatening me.
What a choice, don't card and run the risk of getting fired and a £5000 fine or card and run the risk of getting stabbed. What a world.
Now, on Wednesdays I work until 11, just long enough for it to niiiice and dark before I walk home. At about 10:40 some guys walk in and head straight for the booze, none of them look old enough so everyone instantly clocks them and keeps an eye on them, especially the security guy (important later).
But of course they come to me, I must look like a soft touch, they all come to me. Every. Single. Time. I ask for I.D. One guy pulls out his licence, the others are a no-go. So I tell them no beer for them, and now the fun starts
SC's 1,2 +3: you know who these are right?
Me: The wonderful and long suffering cashier Thought in italics
R: Heroic Security guy
SC1: You're having a laugh right?
Me:Why do they always ask this? No, if you don't all have I.D. I can't sell to you.
SC2: That is f*cking bullsh*t!
SC3: Yeah!
Me: Yep, you're buying booze and I ask for I.D. God, I'm such a bitch! Sorry you think so but that doesn't change the fact that I can't sell to you.
SC1: But I have I.D.!
Me: But they don't and you're in a group. Dumbasses. Don't you know you send the one with the I.D. while the rest wait outside? And you wonder why you got caught?
SC1: This is such bullsh*t!
[enter R]
R: There a problem?
SC1: She won't sell to us?
R: You got I.D.?
SC1: I do!
R: But they don't? Sorry boys we can't sell to you.
SC3: That is so f*cking weak!
R: Wells sorry but that's they way it is, if you boys would to leave now.
SC3: Stop saying you're sorry it makes you look f*ucking weak you f*cking faggot.
Me:Yeah, 'cause trying to buy booze and then trowing a fit like a two year old makes you look well tough.
Well, they leave and that should be the end of that right?
Yeah, right. And if you believed that I got a couple of national landmarks to sell, cheap.
Well, finally it's time for me to go home (incidentally I got to see out some more cardless kids but at least they left it at just pissed off sighing) and I walk towards the escalator at the front of the store to go up stairs to the staff rooms and get my stuff.
And at the entrance who do I see but SC3 yelling at R and another security guy. It's been 20 minutes and this guy still hasn't got it into his skull that he ain't getting booze! Give it up. Seeing that, I change my mind and go up the stairs at the back of the store. Surely by the time I've got my stuff together and 'powdered my nose' these creeps will have pissed off by then, right?
Those landmarks are still going cheap ya know.
Well I come down to grab a few things before I go home and I am informed by J, my team leader, that while the SC's have left the store they are still hanging around outside.
At this point I get scared. I've got a 15-20 minute walk back home, in the dark. Normally I don't mind, I always keep an eye and ear on my surroundings and I carry keys in my hand with the keys sticking through my fingers, if anyone comes for me I'm at least going to make them think twice about it. But 3 against 1, when I have no idea if they're packing knifes (and they certainly looked the type to do so)? Yeah, no f*cking way.
Now when I scared I tend to get angry as well, so I'm standing there, my shopping completely forgotten, calling these punks every name under the sun, shocking the hell out of J, and working myself up into a right state. J then gets R to call down the night-manager and they arrange for one of the stackers to take 5 mins off to drop me back home. Which he does, after a little teasing from me about him being knight in a shiny red car

But I am just so pissed off over the fact that I can't do my f*cking job without running the risk of some little f*cker getting arsey about it and threatening me.
What a choice, don't card and run the risk of getting fired and a £5000 fine or card and run the risk of getting stabbed. What a world.
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