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This story takes place many years ago in an establishment a little like a bank where the cashiers were encased in little cubicles with only a plastic grill to the front, with a little narrow tray underneath which was their only contact with the customer, the tray was only wide enough to slide through a paper and a pen.
I was that cashier, happily coccooned in my little plastic cell, when I met "MR very nice and very sucky".
It was late on Christmas Eve and we were getting ready to close.In came this customer, very very drunk, who wanted to do his transaction.No problem, I passed him the paper and pen through the little gap and waited for him to sign it.
He hesitated.Slurring his words he asked me if I had been there all Christmas Eve.I explained politley that I had but that I would be going home soon so it was ok.
He said he was very sad for me working on Christmas eve and wanted to give me something.I said there was no need. However he started looking through his pockets until he found an unwrapped pieceof chocolate complete with dust on it, which he tried to poke through the narrow grill at me.As it would not go through I thanked him and refused it.
At which he bit it in half, and then poked the now dusty and saliva cover covered piece of chocolate through the grill at me.Hoorah! It fitted!
Happy Christmas, he said.
So Kind, So sucky, So unhygienic!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was that cashier, happily coccooned in my little plastic cell, when I met "MR very nice and very sucky".
It was late on Christmas Eve and we were getting ready to close.In came this customer, very very drunk, who wanted to do his transaction.No problem, I passed him the paper and pen through the little gap and waited for him to sign it.
He hesitated.Slurring his words he asked me if I had been there all Christmas Eve.I explained politley that I had but that I would be going home soon so it was ok.
He said he was very sad for me working on Christmas eve and wanted to give me something.I said there was no need. However he started looking through his pockets until he found an unwrapped pieceof chocolate complete with dust on it, which he tried to poke through the narrow grill at me.As it would not go through I thanked him and refused it.
At which he bit it in half, and then poked the now dusty and saliva cover covered piece of chocolate through the grill at me.Hoorah! It fitted!
Happy Christmas, he said.
So Kind, So sucky, So unhygienic!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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