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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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I worked in a shop with my uncle
in the late 70s and early 80s.
He made me get up at 6am to open up, then send me round on a clapped-out old bike to make the deliveries.
He'd sometimes treat me to a Bounty bar only to inform me to 'put my money in the till' for it.
He used to clip me round the year, never give me a raise, and stamp on any of my plans for self-advancement.
He ruined all my relationships, such as with the gorgeous Stephanie with a PH, Jelly Tot Julie and the lovely milk woman whose name I never learned.
He was obsessed with this big-titted ginger nurse who lived across the road. Sometimes she would take pity on me and nuzzle my face into her bosoms. My uncle didn't like that, the deprived old bastard.
******SURELY YOU'VE ALL GOT THIS BY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!******
But to make absolutely sure...
I hated the stuttering old cunt, but he's dead now.
( , Sun 13 May 2012, 22:13, 6 replies)
in the late 70s and early 80s.
He made me get up at 6am to open up, then send me round on a clapped-out old bike to make the deliveries.
He'd sometimes treat me to a Bounty bar only to inform me to 'put my money in the till' for it.
He used to clip me round the year, never give me a raise, and stamp on any of my plans for self-advancement.
He ruined all my relationships, such as with the gorgeous Stephanie with a PH, Jelly Tot Julie and the lovely milk woman whose name I never learned.
He was obsessed with this big-titted ginger nurse who lived across the road. Sometimes she would take pity on me and nuzzle my face into her bosoms. My uncle didn't like that, the deprived old bastard.
******SURELY YOU'VE ALL GOT THIS BY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!******
But to make absolutely sure...
I hated the stuttering old cunt, but he's dead now.
( , Sun 13 May 2012, 22:13, 6 replies)
I hear it was good training and you turned into a right "Del Boy"!
( , Sun 13 May 2012, 23:20, closed)
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