So, I was in the supermarket the other day
And it was absolutely heaving. By a stroke of misfortune I also happened to find myself in the shortest, but also slowest moving, queue. The problem seemed to be the checkout operative; a gargantuan woman whom I'd never seen before. Must be new - she certainly seemed to be having problems getting the person in front's groceries to scan.

Eventually it was my turn, and I started loading my stuff onto the conveyor belt.

"I'm really sorry about your weight", apologised the checkout monkey.

Now, I know I've put on a few pounds over the years, but really...

The cheeky fat cunt. Talk about pots and kettles.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 7 Mar 2009, 15:40, 2 replies)

It's okay. Here he was, later in the day:

( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 7 Mar 2009, 15:47, closed)

LMAOZez
hehe, I once drove off from a McDonald's drive thru ordering window, pretending to cry when asked that.

Other times I just reply 'no need to apoologise, it's entirely glandular'
(Heyzeus, Sat 7 Mar 2009, 16:36, closed)