I’m not sure how many more days I can endure panic-buying pensioners in the supermarket before running one of them over with a pallet truck. Some stupid old biddy actually snatched stuff out of my hand today before I even had a chance to get it near the shelf. I said “calm down, love, it’s not as if there’s a queue”
She said “It’s alright for you - you work here. The rest of us have to fight for what we can get.”
Being the kind of person who can’t let these things go I said “We’ve got a warehouse full, sweetheart, and there’s still five weeks until Christmas.“
She put her face as close to mine as she could and said “And what if we get snowed in??“
I resisted the urge to shout “THIS IS NORFOLK, NOT NORWAY” and smiled and handed her the radishes. I’m not sure what it is about our supermarket but we seem to attract the grumpiest, most malignant people in Britain.
And I’ll tell you something else that pisses me off - people who respond to my lethargy and nonchalance by saying “Cheer up - it’s nearly Christmas!”
Humbug, and harrumph.
RC 20-11-12
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