Few years ago..
I was working one morning on a till out on my shop floor when a man walked up to me. He presented me with a catalogue number (guess where I work, hmmmpfff) and a cheque as well as a cheque guarantee card. I managed to deduce within the first three seconds of him talking to me that he was a bit of a tosser and when I pointed out that the card he was trying to use with his payment was his wife's card. "So what" he asked, "It is a joint account".

I mentioned something about a sex change and him copying her signature and he stormed off.

Half an hour later he reappeared clutching a pre-printed cheque from the bank. Sadly he had made a slight error and it had the incorrect price on it and as he didn't want to pay an extra £30 for his item he grabbed the cheque and zoomed off out the door muttering under his breathe.

As the end of my shift came and I went to leave my little till point, he reappeared once more, veins popping from his head. I was already edgy with the time as I had two exams for my electronics and discrete maths courses (part of my degree) and I wanted to make a quick exit. He said something along the lines of "Don't you dare move from there" and brandished the cash and the cat number one more time.

I thought I was trapped... I thought there was nothing I could do to this wanker until I typed the cat number into the till and God took a hand in the matter.

"Sorry Sir" I said.

"That's now out of stock".

Eyethenkewe.
(elfinpunk Touching Cloth Since, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 0:14, Reply)