
Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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"that's seventeen pounds fifty nine, please"
*reaches into pocket for purse, which is not there*
ohfuckohfuckohfuck! where's my fucking purse!? i must have put it in my handbag!
*checks handbag*
bollocking shitcunt! it's not in there, either! i'm going to have to put all this shopping back and then go grovelling to mum for money because I'VE LOST MY FUCKING PURSE!
uhmmm.....wait a minute.....it's in the little pocket on the front of your trolley, you fucking numpty.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:16, 18 replies)

Replace purse with wallet/keys/phone as appropriate.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:22, closed)

TO GET YOUR FUCKING MONEY READY WHILE YOU ARE IN THE FUCKING QUEUE
PAYING FOR THE STUFF ISN'T EXACTLY A SURPRISE AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WAITING
AAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:26, closed)

but when you've got speedy gonzales manning the till, throwing stuff through the scanner almost before you've put it on the conveyor belt, someone in front still bagging their stuff up and someone behind already having theirs scanned, it's all just a bit hectic. i generally do have my money ready, but it was a nightmare in there today.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:29, closed)

if they start scanning my stuff before the previous customer has finished bagging up, they can pack it as well. i go quickly, but very much at my own pace
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 17:49, closed)

is beyond me.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:38, closed)

they're called jeans. today, however, i'm wearing a dress.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:46, closed)

and so have to root around your handbag whenever you need your purse, phone, or keys.
Keep your handbags tidy, women!
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 14:44, closed)

as my purse is the wallety kind that fits in nicely. front pockets are for keys, so they don't jab you in the arse when you sit down.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 14:47, closed)

No wonder men have all the money.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 17:10, closed)

in the bottom of my shopping bag one day. Of course I was totally convinced I had lost it / it had been stolen so I had already phoned the bank up to cancel it... oops.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:36, closed)

no way am i getting a debit/credit card!
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:45, closed)

It drives the missus mental. I suddenly get a sense of unease and I remember taking my wallet out at the last shop we were in, but I can never seem to remember putting it back. I have to check my back pockets as quickly as possible. Of course it's there, and the wife thinks I'm doing it to wind her up.
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 17:54, closed)

Go me!
( , Fri 21 Dec 2012, 18:28, closed)

( , Sat 22 Dec 2012, 14:06, closed)
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