I worked in the supermarket for a couple of hours today. It was quiet at the garage and the Deputy Store Manager had to go home sick so I offered to step in and make up the numbers. They were all overjoyed and would love to reciprocate sometime, which is sort of the point of me doing it. I’ll keep storing up the brownie points and favours while I’m new enough to be enthusiastic.
It wasn’t too bad, but it did remind me of all the reasons why I wanted out of storework for so long, so I won’t be making a habit of it.
I did overhear two great comments from customers while I was over there.
This from a guy telling his mate why he’ll be spending Christmas alone:
“I know it was wrong, but my wife’s had four kids and her bodybits sag like a deflating bouncy castle. Natalie in the office had an arse as pert as a liferaft. I couldn’t help myself.”
And this from two women who I think walked straight to the supermarket from the set of Jeremy Kyle:
“Jack and Lucy are 5 and 7 and I know they’ll be laying awake all night waiting for Santa”
“We won’t have that with my Ellen. I’ll give her a shot of brandy in her bedtime milk and she’ll sleep right through”
“You’ll give your six-year-old brandy?”
“Well - it IS Christmas”
RC 16-12-15
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