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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The old adage about not going shopping when you're hungry certainly holds true
I used to work strange hours so I often found myself in the local Brent Cross ASDA's at the most random hours. It was open 24 hrs so I recall one particularly uneventful Tuesday I wandered down at 4am in a slightly inebriated state to look for food. I perused the aisles at a leisurely pace all the while soaking up the desolate atmosphere and enjoying the late night George Michael medley playing softly over the store PA.
I gathered my purchases and headed to the checkout to pay. I'd bought quite a bit of stuff so the trek up the road back to my cave in Golders Green took quite a while. I finally made it home and unpacked my spoils: two teacups, a dishcloth, a packet of white sugar, a mini hifi and finally a tube of that special teeth whitening toothpaste. But Fuckall food. Not a sliver of meat or an out of date donut in sight. What a plank.
( , Wed 16 May 2012, 14:12, Reply)
I used to work strange hours so I often found myself in the local Brent Cross ASDA's at the most random hours. It was open 24 hrs so I recall one particularly uneventful Tuesday I wandered down at 4am in a slightly inebriated state to look for food. I perused the aisles at a leisurely pace all the while soaking up the desolate atmosphere and enjoying the late night George Michael medley playing softly over the store PA.
I gathered my purchases and headed to the checkout to pay. I'd bought quite a bit of stuff so the trek up the road back to my cave in Golders Green took quite a while. I finally made it home and unpacked my spoils: two teacups, a dishcloth, a packet of white sugar, a mini hifi and finally a tube of that special teeth whitening toothpaste. But Fuckall food. Not a sliver of meat or an out of date donut in sight. What a plank.
( , Wed 16 May 2012, 14:12, Reply)
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