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This offering comes from my friend who I've taken to calling 'Sarah'. She works in a big chain supermarket, and has had a stressful week...
Sarah was working at the cigarette counter. It was getting near to closing when two boys come in and ask for a pack of marlboros. As required by UK law, she asked them for proof of age (you have to be 18).
S: Sarah - overworked angel of cigarettes
UK1: Underage Kid 1
UK2: Underage Kid 2
S: I need to see ID.
UK1: I left mine in my car.
UK2: I left mine in my car too.
Clearly they are either a)very proud to own a vehicle b)remarkably absent minded c)lying little shites
S: Well I can't sell you any cigarettes, I'm sorry.
UK1: You have to, it's your job! I need these for a friend!
S: Well it's my job to not sell to minors, and I really can't sell them if they are intended for someone else whose age I don't know.
UK2: Give us our fucking cigarettes!
S: No. She starts looking around for the security guard, who appears to have wandered off.
UK1: Fine, I'll just take THESE then! He grabs several bars of chocolate from the counter, unwraps one and starts shoving it in his mouth. Then his friend joins in. Then they start throwing Snickers and Mars Bars at her.
At this point the security guard turns up and sees two teenagers covered in chocolate, chucking merchandise at Sarah, who has ducked behind the counter. UK2 ran off but UK1 found himself on his belly with a rather overweight security enforcer sitting on him. And then the police were called.
Why can't kids learn to steal cigarettes from their parents like in the good old days?
Sarah was working at the cigarette counter. It was getting near to closing when two boys come in and ask for a pack of marlboros. As required by UK law, she asked them for proof of age (you have to be 18).
S: Sarah - overworked angel of cigarettes
UK1: Underage Kid 1
UK2: Underage Kid 2
S: I need to see ID.
UK1: I left mine in my car.
UK2: I left mine in my car too.
Clearly they are either a)very proud to own a vehicle b)remarkably absent minded c)lying little shites
S: Well I can't sell you any cigarettes, I'm sorry.
UK1: You have to, it's your job! I need these for a friend!
S: Well it's my job to not sell to minors, and I really can't sell them if they are intended for someone else whose age I don't know.
UK2: Give us our fucking cigarettes!
S: No. She starts looking around for the security guard, who appears to have wandered off.
UK1: Fine, I'll just take THESE then! He grabs several bars of chocolate from the counter, unwraps one and starts shoving it in his mouth. Then his friend joins in. Then they start throwing Snickers and Mars Bars at her.
At this point the security guard turns up and sees two teenagers covered in chocolate, chucking merchandise at Sarah, who has ducked behind the counter. UK2 ran off but UK1 found himself on his belly with a rather overweight security enforcer sitting on him. And then the police were called.
Why can't kids learn to steal cigarettes from their parents like in the good old days?
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