I used to work...
As a checkout lady at a well known supermarket. It rhymes with "Sorry Sons." I could probably fill up this QOTW with anecdotes and memories, but as it's Wednesday and we all just want to go home I shall share with you this one story.

So. It's about half 11 on a quite Tuesday morning and I'm minding my own business counting down the minutes till I get to go home when a magnificently drunk man staggers over to my till and plonks his few purchases on the conveyor belt. As they trundle ever closer, I notice he's attempting to buy a 2 litre bottle of cheap cider, amongst other items. As he is so sozzled, it would be illegal for me to sell it to him. I inform him of this. He doesn't take it kindly. After arguing with me about it for a few moments, he decides the best course of action will be to pick up an onion he's buying and throw it full pelt at my face. Because he is so drunk, he misses by about 5 miles. The security guard comes trundling over and escorts the gentleman off the premises. I have to fill in some forms, and because it's classed as a violent incident, I'm offered counselling, which I decline. Mr onion thrower is subsequently barred from all branches of the store.

TL;DR: A drunk man threw an onion at me.
(fuzzyjumpers savaged a lion on, Wed 16 May 2012, 18:29, 4 replies)

I love it because: onions
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Thu 17 May 2012, 0:15, closed)

So, do you still get Allium flashbacks?
"You don't know, man... you weren't there!"
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Thu 17 May 2012, 9:36, closed)

RIS

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 17 May 2012, 10:14, closed)

The beautiful thing about being banned from all branches of a store
is that if you didn't pay by card, then how would they know it was you?
( M3rx likes the Asian ladies, Thu 17 May 2012, 11:43, closed)