On Christmas Eve, due to a price change (you guessed right; it's going up) we closed fifteen minutes early. We asked the manager for permission and put up signs and everything.
However, this woman, shrieking like a deranged fishwife thru the glass, obviously felt that the only reason we were closing early was to ruin her Christmas and her only chance of getting some last minute petrol.
I just sat cashing my till up and ignoring her banshee screams while my collegue changed the price; thankfully, she'd given up and buggered off before we were done and able to leave the petrol station.
Ruining Christmas for SCs makes me happy.
However, this woman, shrieking like a deranged fishwife thru the glass, obviously felt that the only reason we were closing early was to ruin her Christmas and her only chance of getting some last minute petrol.

Ruining Christmas for SCs makes me happy.

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