not me
My wife's best mate, J, worked in KiwkSave in Toxteth, Liverpool.

It was as shit as you would imagine. Probably a little bit worse, in fact.

She often regaled us with tales of old ladies keeping their money in their knickers, in case they got mugged and the like.

The one that really sticks in mind was one Christmas.

There was, as always, a crush of people trying to get more food than they could possibly need at the very last minute. A middle-aged, skaggy-looking woman walks up to J's till and demands to know where the the spuds were.

J points to the fruit and veg bit, the skaghead woman replies with "there's none there, I know you've got some hidden out back, you lying bitch"
J tries to reason with her and points out they would have no good reason to hide spuds from customers on December 24th.
She gets a torrent of abuse in return.
J tries to reaon some more.
So the junkie slag twats J in the head with the frozen leg of lamb she had in her hand.

J is not the kind of girl to take this shit lightly. Her dad works in Ashworth (maximum security hospital) and her ambition was to work there as well. So she launches herself over the checkout at the offending woman and starts to beat the shit out of her.

Quick as a flash, everyone in the shop does nothing. The fight rolls on for a bit before J properly gets the upper hand and starts banging the woman's head off the floor. At this point, the security guard intervened.

J was hauled in front of the store manager and was told to "stop fucking about and get back on the till"
(ScousersPet, Thu 17 May 2012, 10:21, 5 replies)

Ace!
I'd forgotten about the shopping hovels that were KwikSave .... but I can well imagine this happening in any of their branches up and down the country.

The especially shit one I used to go in Coventry didn't have individual fridges, it just had a refrigerated off-room with plastic flappy things you had to walk through, then regular shelves inside.

The whole place was full of skanky chavs, but as a student, the bread was like 17p...
(harrypitta friends with the chilli saucerer, Thu 17 May 2012, 10:27, closed)

Was it KwikSave
That did 'No Frills' where it was just a white box with the contents printed on, in a way that would even be considered bland for army rations?
( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 17 May 2012, 10:42, closed)

yeh.Everything looked like a barcode

(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Thu 17 May 2012, 12:15, closed)

I used to be a Saturday boy in KwikSave
Ended up slashing my wrist but that's another story.

The till girls (for this was the '70's before the invention of politcial correctness and till staff) used to have to memorise the price of everything so they could ring it through - none of your fancy-pants barcode scanners at KwikSave.
I have no idea how the management avoided them ringing through 'mates rates' apart from keeping an eye out for over-friendly banter between the customer and the till jockey.
(karnuvap, Thu 17 May 2012, 11:17, closed)

she had to do that...
... in the mid-90's!
(ScousersPet, Thu 17 May 2012, 12:12, closed)