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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Ginger MingeBack in the eighties I worked in a high street menswear shop. One of my jobs was to patrol the front of the shop keeping an eye out for potential shoplifters coming in off the street (you get to learn what they look / act like).
One dreary afternoon, my colleague and I were idly wandering about by the front doors when in walked a woman of about 20, ginger hair, fit as a butchers dog, completely naked.
She wandered up to one of the stands, picked up a shirt, walked over to the mirror and held it up against her. Then she looked at the price tag and decided it was obviously too expensive. She put the shirt back on the rail, and walked out.
We poked our heads out to see her looking in the window of the cafe next door, before she walked a bit further, got in a car and drove off.
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insignificantsnivellinglittleturd I Like Peas, Tue 15 May 2012, 14:36,
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Bugger itThis beats my horse in a bank story
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