Three stories today; including two age related ones. Oh joy. -.-
1. Class War.
This was quite early on. I was sitting at my till thinking "I don't want to be here" as is my wont on a Sunday morning, when these two kids came up to the till with a trolley load of goods. They were both obviously private school kids; I'm not meaning to sound snobbish, but their accent, manner and everything pointed that way. I on the other hand am either working class or lower middle depending on whether you're using general or the census to class me.
Anyway, the first thing I picked up was a copy of the Sunday Times. Now, this is one of the items that has an age restriction on it; namely, only to be purchased by over 16s. Neither kid is aged anywhere near that. I tell them that I'm sorry but they can't buy the paper. Here is the dialogue, as well as I remember it:
Kid 1 - K1
Kid 2 - K2
Me - Me
Me: I'm sorry, but I can't sell this paper to you.
K1: Excuse me? It's only a paper.
Me: I'm aware of this, but the Times has an age restriction on it. You have to be aged over 16 to buy it.
K2: You're kidding.
K1: It's a stupid rule.
Me: It is, but I have to abide by it. Are your parents around?
K2: They're outside.
Me: If they came in, they could buy the paper, but I can't sell it to you.
K1: Don't bother, we'll buy it elsewhere.
Please assume that all their dialogue is given out in a snotty, master addressing servant voice. I dread to think of the terrible SCness they will end up giving out when they're grown up if they act like this while kids.
2. The spooooons! Fear them!
Teaspoons also have an age restriction; it is 18. Yes, you heard me. You have to be aged 18 to buy spoons at the supermarket. It has caused much merriment when I've been forced to ID someone buying teaspoons; so far I haven't had anyone be nasty, but I've had lots of people who didn't believe me and had to be shown my screen with the age restriction up. It's ridiculous. -.-
3. Charity begins at home.
This really knocked me for six; I didn't say anything, mostly due to not wanting to be yelled at by the trashy mum who did this, but I was shocked at it. She stole a huge handful of those plastic daffodils from the Marie Curie charity box and gave them to her kids; and no, she didn't donate a penny.
1. Class War.
This was quite early on. I was sitting at my till thinking "I don't want to be here" as is my wont on a Sunday morning, when these two kids came up to the till with a trolley load of goods. They were both obviously private school kids; I'm not meaning to sound snobbish, but their accent, manner and everything pointed that way. I on the other hand am either working class or lower middle depending on whether you're using general or the census to class me.
Anyway, the first thing I picked up was a copy of the Sunday Times. Now, this is one of the items that has an age restriction on it; namely, only to be purchased by over 16s. Neither kid is aged anywhere near that. I tell them that I'm sorry but they can't buy the paper. Here is the dialogue, as well as I remember it:
Kid 1 - K1
Kid 2 - K2
Me - Me
Me: I'm sorry, but I can't sell this paper to you.
K1: Excuse me? It's only a paper.
Me: I'm aware of this, but the Times has an age restriction on it. You have to be aged over 16 to buy it.
K2: You're kidding.
K1: It's a stupid rule.
Me: It is, but I have to abide by it. Are your parents around?
K2: They're outside.
Me: If they came in, they could buy the paper, but I can't sell it to you.
K1: Don't bother, we'll buy it elsewhere.
Please assume that all their dialogue is given out in a snotty, master addressing servant voice. I dread to think of the terrible SCness they will end up giving out when they're grown up if they act like this while kids.
2. The spooooons! Fear them!
Teaspoons also have an age restriction; it is 18. Yes, you heard me. You have to be aged 18 to buy spoons at the supermarket. It has caused much merriment when I've been forced to ID someone buying teaspoons; so far I haven't had anyone be nasty, but I've had lots of people who didn't believe me and had to be shown my screen with the age restriction up. It's ridiculous. -.-
3. Charity begins at home.
This really knocked me for six; I didn't say anything, mostly due to not wanting to be yelled at by the trashy mum who did this, but I was shocked at it. She stole a huge handful of those plastic daffodils from the Marie Curie charity box and gave them to her kids; and no, she didn't donate a penny.
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