Yesterday on my lunch break
I decided to get myself something from the local purveyor of cheap food. Whilst in the queue for the self checkouts, I gazed idly around the place and as I was invited to take a freshly used till I noticed that the previous occupant had left a crisp £5 note in the change tray. Based on the many heartwarming tales of nookie in this very QOTW after people had returned lost items, I abandoned my till and raced after her to return it, to which I received a cheerful thanks but no nookie.

As I attempted to return to my recently vacated till I noticed that not only had someone jumped in behind me, but nobody was willing to let me back in the line, and I had to queue up for another five minutes.

So, I've found that the people in Tesco's in Canterbury are right cranberries.

*May be romantic glorification
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 7:33, 2 replies)

You
Gave up your place in a queue at tescos in canterbury? Bloody hell..... I've never understood how that place always manages to be so crowded
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 7:59, closed)

That needs an edit:
So, I've found that the people in Tescos in Canterbury are right cranberries.

There ya go - sorted :)
( snee held his breath since, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 12:12, closed)