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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Morrisons and their exotic veg
My local Morrisons has recently taken to having a section full of various types of exotic vegetables; plantain, mooli, cassava, eddoes - that kind of thing.
I was at the checkout behind a guy who had a strange looking root in his basket. The checkout girl was flipping through her identification chart but was making no headway, and looked at him in enquiry.
"I don't know what it is" says the chap.
Back to the chart, more flipping.
Since I'm waiting I thought I might help, and peered over at the thing being studied. No idea either. So now the three of us are hopelessly flipping through the chart.
Eventually a supervisor drifts by and identifies it as something I can't remember, but what struck me was this: Why on earth would you buy something from a supermarket when you have no idea what it is?
( , Mon 14 May 2012, 12:31, 2 replies)
My local Morrisons has recently taken to having a section full of various types of exotic vegetables; plantain, mooli, cassava, eddoes - that kind of thing.
I was at the checkout behind a guy who had a strange looking root in his basket. The checkout girl was flipping through her identification chart but was making no headway, and looked at him in enquiry.
"I don't know what it is" says the chap.
Back to the chart, more flipping.
Since I'm waiting I thought I might help, and peered over at the thing being studied. No idea either. So now the three of us are hopelessly flipping through the chart.
Eventually a supervisor drifts by and identifies it as something I can't remember, but what struck me was this: Why on earth would you buy something from a supermarket when you have no idea what it is?
( , Mon 14 May 2012, 12:31, 2 replies)
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