Poor guy..
I was working in my Happy Shopper outpost one Tuesday evening when a really odd fellow came stumbling in. He was wearing almost completely destroyed walking boots, a rain coat (one without a zip, must be put on over the head) and cords that looked like they used to be yellow.

He's walking up and down the aisles, but he keeps returning to the pasta/curry section. Picking up a stella, putting it back down elsewhere, picking up another, dropping it, picking up another.. You get the idea. He really was just taking the piss. It felt like I was on Super Market Sweep, but instead of finding the golden stars (or whatever), they were leaky cans of wifebeater. At least Dale wasn't there.

He finally comes to the counter, and buys fuck all. This guy is blatently stoned and I don't really know what to do, he keeps scratching and itching himself 'down there.' I'm not sure what to do or think. Either his trousers are chafing, or he's wanting something that I personally don't readily offer people. He's really fucking itching away. Anyway, he decides he's too hot and starts taking his arms out of the sleeves. Pulling up his anorak, I see what the fucking problem is. He's got a box of Old el fucking Paso down his trousers. Fucking bastard. They're like 99 fucking pence and he's been standing there adjusting it right infront of my eyes for about 10 fucking minutes, when all along I thought he was giving himself one at my counter. Anyhow, I'd never had to stop anyone at the shop before and I didn't want this guy to go psycho on me, so I called for the guy who was working with me at the time, my bosses son. The look on his face! This guy's 'free' packet of Tacos were actually IN FRONT of his t shirt. On full display.

We didn't really know what to do, so we just served him and let him walk out.

I got a bit of a talking to though at the end of the night. The CCTV showed him stuffing it down there for about 10 minutes whist I was busy texting my girlfriend.

Meh.
(MunchMyBalloons, Mon 18 Feb 2008, 19:39, Reply)