Shops and SupermarketsI used to work in a supermarket where the girl on the deli counter cut off the top of her finger in the meat slicer, but was made to finish her shift before going to hospital. You can now pay £100 to shoot zombies in the store's empty shell, haunted by poor dead nine-finger deli girl. Tell us your tales of the old retail experience, from either side of the counter
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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While on holiday in a tiny remote part of ScotlandA very small me found myself nearly at the front of a little queue in little shop. There was an old lady at the front of the queue perusing the counter, and asking for "A wee bit o' that cheese, aye, and a loaf o' bread uh-huh". After a moment more consideration she added
"Aye, and that ham you've got looks good Alastair, I'll have a wee bit o'that too."
"Och no, Morag", says Alastair, "Ye don't want that ham, it's not very good. I just get that in for the tourists. See the pinkness of it! Och it's not right at all; I couldn't sell you that"
"Och right" says Morag, and paying for her bread and cheese she headed off.
"Now there Sir" says the shopkeeper to my dad as we are promoted to the head of the queue. "You're enjoying yourself up on holiday? Aye the weather's been very kind, aye, so you'll be wanting things for a pic-nic no doubt! Now: how would you like a lovely bit o' ham for yer sangwidges?"
(, Thu 10 May 2012, 16:12, 5 replies)
Your story is 'a man with a regional accent served me in a shop once'?(
Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Thu 10 May 2012, 18:48,
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He wasn't one of them there Hamtouchers was he?Show me on the doll where he put his hand.
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Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Thu 10 May 2012, 21:40,
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Typical TeuchtersAt least rude Welsh shopkeepers have the decency to serve the locals and stitch up outsiders in a language they know you won't understand.
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shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 11 May 2012, 12:36,
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I've been a recipient of that.I once visited Bangor to check out the Uni (far too long ago), and stopped off in a little shop in town to grab a few snacks. The shopkeeper was merrily chatting with a customer (in English) at the counter, and didn't see me come in. A few moments later, another young lad (I presume another prospective Uni student) came in. This customer they did notice, and in true Little Britain stylee they immediately switched to talking in Welsh and went about ignoring him until he left, when they switched back to English again.
I decided that I didn't want to study in Bangor.
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