Working in Somerfields has to be a high circle of hell
Throughout my two years of work there I was always patronised for being younger. People take one look at you when you are 16 and assume you are the missing link in human evolution. One time I was quite happily doing my job (stacking shelves), and a posh, middle aged woman that the Cotswolds are littered with comes up to me.

"Excuse me," she says, speaking extremely slowly and loudly so mongoloids like me can understand; "Do you have any cru-tons?"

I pause. Not a very common request, even in the Cotswolds. "Um..."

The landrover driving harpy immediately picks up on this, and starts to speak louder, and even slower: "CRU-TONS? CRU-TONS? THEY ARE LITTLE BITS OF TOASTED BREAD YOU PUT IN SOUP? WHERE ARE THEY?"

I smile my most charming smile, whilst thinking "I would happily make you choke on them right now".

"Certainly madam." I say, in my best RP "You're stood in front of them."

She left very quickly. Wonder why
(Urban Hermit Exit, pursued by a bear on, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 18:30, 2 replies)

I feel your pain
I too worked in Somerfields from the ages 17-20 and a lot of the "posher" customers assume you are a retard, and that even if they ask you for help you're probably gonna be too thick to be able to. "Where is your elderflower cordial? el-der-flow-er?"

Of course the retards were the managers and supervisors, you know the ones - the "lifers" making a career out of working in a supermarket. These were often worse than the costomers as they had no idea how to run a supermarket or even their little department.
(Bad_Dogg, Fri 5 Sep 2008, 11:21, closed)

Toasted?
Perhaps someone shoult tell her they are actually baked/fried and not toasted.
(nobbyd is wanking furiously to industrial grade porn on, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 17:52, closed)