Shops and Supermarkets
I 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
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
I 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
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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what bill hicks refers to as 'pockets of humanity'
This took place, in a Morrisons in Whitley, Reading. a fine, upstanding place, where the local citizenry will happily give a lost maiden directions and assistance, and you can wave your iphone 4s at the local kids with impunity, parked cars retain their wheels, and.. oh no that's somewhere else. whitley is a fucking cesspit with cul-de-sacs. no really, it's mostly built on an old sewage works. presumably they just paved it over, built the houses, and left the drain lids off for the first week until the houses were all 'inhabited'
for the record, this is the same supermarket that found fame of late as the employer of the middle aged lady who now owns a set of beautifully inked tattoo portraits of THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAST OF TWILIGHT on her back. so a classy joint.
I was shopping on my lunchbreak, and saw the best example of parenting i've ever seen. (this is a pea, from the 'bad parenting' qotw. what? fuck you. thursday at 5pm, you're lucky i'm semi-coherent.)
Dad. shaved head. grubby white polo shirt. grubby blue jeans. grubby white reebok classics. midday, on a weekday. one grubby kid running round shrieking like a ferret on meth. dad is holding a crate of stella firmly in both hands. dad is ALSO 'holding' an infant in nappies, tucked loosely between his torso, and his arm/elbow,in the manner you might hold a newspaper or jacket while rummaging through your bag for your bus pass. PRECARIOUS.over a hard polished lino floor. #priorities
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 17:16, 6 replies)
This took place, in a Morrisons in Whitley, Reading. a fine, upstanding place, where the local citizenry will happily give a lost maiden directions and assistance, and you can wave your iphone 4s at the local kids with impunity, parked cars retain their wheels, and.. oh no that's somewhere else. whitley is a fucking cesspit with cul-de-sacs. no really, it's mostly built on an old sewage works. presumably they just paved it over, built the houses, and left the drain lids off for the first week until the houses were all 'inhabited'
for the record, this is the same supermarket that found fame of late as the employer of the middle aged lady who now owns a set of beautifully inked tattoo portraits of THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAST OF TWILIGHT on her back. so a classy joint.
I was shopping on my lunchbreak, and saw the best example of parenting i've ever seen. (this is a pea, from the 'bad parenting' qotw. what? fuck you. thursday at 5pm, you're lucky i'm semi-coherent.)
Dad. shaved head. grubby white polo shirt. grubby blue jeans. grubby white reebok classics. midday, on a weekday. one grubby kid running round shrieking like a ferret on meth. dad is holding a crate of stella firmly in both hands. dad is ALSO 'holding' an infant in nappies, tucked loosely between his torso, and his arm/elbow,in the manner you might hold a newspaper or jacket while rummaging through your bag for your bus pass. PRECARIOUS.over a hard polished lino floor. #priorities
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 17:16, 6 replies)
Not everyone can afford a Quinny,
you elitist bastard.
Still, he could have saved a few quid for some decent beer.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 19:45, closed)
you elitist bastard.
Still, he could have saved a few quid for some decent beer.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 19:45, closed)
Whitley Twilight Lady...
...is a regular in the local newspaper, and not in a good way. Don't say I didn't warn you
Also, the new Whitley estate built on the old sewage works is known locally as "Poo Island", because it's shit.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 21:52, closed)
...is a regular in the local newspaper, and not in a good way. Don't say I didn't warn you
Also, the new Whitley estate built on the old sewage works is known locally as "Poo Island", because it's shit.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 21:52, closed)
Did you just write #priorities ?
I don't think b3ta works like that.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 22:02, closed)
I don't think b3ta works like that.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 22:02, closed)
I was in there getting lunch today.
I saw plenty of worky types like me buying lunch.
I did actually work there for a bit, and I'm still not sure if the man at the entrance (Safeway) threatening to stab and infect anyone with HIV was an urban myth...
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 22:20, closed)
I saw plenty of worky types like me buying lunch.
I did actually work there for a bit, and I'm still not sure if the man at the entrance (Safeway) threatening to stab and infect anyone with HIV was an urban myth...
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 22:20, closed)
well if it is
it's a popular one. though i think it stems back to one of the local prolific smackheads being stopped for shoplifting by a particularly gung-ho security guard who he then threatened, and lunged at with a needle. the poor guy had to wait the standard 2-odd (don't quote me) weeks for the results of the standard aids test, and the story grew from there.
( , Fri 11 May 2012, 11:02, closed)
it's a popular one. though i think it stems back to one of the local prolific smackheads being stopped for shoplifting by a particularly gung-ho security guard who he then threatened, and lunged at with a needle. the poor guy had to wait the standard 2-odd (don't quote me) weeks for the results of the standard aids test, and the story grew from there.
( , Fri 11 May 2012, 11:02, closed)
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