Me = Hello 
W = Woman
SM = Sucky man
So, last night i went to a large shopping centre not too far away from here for an appointment with the Apple Genius Bar (trades descriptions failing on that one but i digress.)
I had gone straight from work so i was in black trousers, black shoes and a white shirt. No jacket because i was inside and didn;t fancy wearing a suit jacket to go shopping.
Whilst killing time i went into WHSmiths to peruse the books and see what might be worth ordering from the library. The staff were all mown under with customers so I was bimbling along checking out some of my favourite authors when i felt a sensation. You know the one, when someone is staring at you.
I turned round and this woman (middle aged) was stood about 3 foot away glaring at me.
W: If you've done ignoring me, i need some help finding the Dan Brown books.
Me: Who me?
W: Yes.
Me: I don't actually work here.
W: What? Sh*t. Sorry! I thought you looked like you did.
(Several managers were working on the shop floor in shirts rather than usual t-shirts so that is understandable)
W: I'm sorry
Me: It's alright. As it happens I've just been looking at the Dan Browns. They're in the next aisle about half way down on the left.
W: Ok, thanks and sorry.
I am about to return to my browsing.
SM: How do i collect a pre-order?
SM: EXCUSE ME. HOW DO I COLLECT A PRE-ORDER?
Me: Sorry, are you talking to me?
SM: Yes.
Me: Well i can;t help I'm afraid. i dont work here.
SM: You just helped that woman.
Me: Only becasue she asked where a book was. I don;t work here.
SM: Fine.
He continued glaring at me as i picked up my books and headed to the till.
As I got to the front of the queue I could see him at the service desk berating someone then turning to point at me before he flounced out. I got to the till and this manager came over.
Manager: Sorry about him sir.
Me: It's alright. He must have got out of bed the wrong side or something.
Manager: Something like that.
Me: Did he complain about me not helping him?
Manager: Yup.
Me: Oh Dear.
Manager: Oh dear indeed. i'm afraid i'm going to have to let you go. you won't be getting a pay cheque from us this month.
Me: Oh Shucks!

W = Woman
SM = Sucky man
So, last night i went to a large shopping centre not too far away from here for an appointment with the Apple Genius Bar (trades descriptions failing on that one but i digress.)
I had gone straight from work so i was in black trousers, black shoes and a white shirt. No jacket because i was inside and didn;t fancy wearing a suit jacket to go shopping.
Whilst killing time i went into WHSmiths to peruse the books and see what might be worth ordering from the library. The staff were all mown under with customers so I was bimbling along checking out some of my favourite authors when i felt a sensation. You know the one, when someone is staring at you.
I turned round and this woman (middle aged) was stood about 3 foot away glaring at me.
W: If you've done ignoring me, i need some help finding the Dan Brown books.
Me: Who me?
W: Yes.
Me: I don't actually work here.
W: What? Sh*t. Sorry! I thought you looked like you did.
(Several managers were working on the shop floor in shirts rather than usual t-shirts so that is understandable)
W: I'm sorry
Me: It's alright. As it happens I've just been looking at the Dan Browns. They're in the next aisle about half way down on the left.
W: Ok, thanks and sorry.
I am about to return to my browsing.
SM: How do i collect a pre-order?
SM: EXCUSE ME. HOW DO I COLLECT A PRE-ORDER?
Me: Sorry, are you talking to me?
SM: Yes.
Me: Well i can;t help I'm afraid. i dont work here.
SM: You just helped that woman.
Me: Only becasue she asked where a book was. I don;t work here.
SM: Fine.
He continued glaring at me as i picked up my books and headed to the till.
As I got to the front of the queue I could see him at the service desk berating someone then turning to point at me before he flounced out. I got to the till and this manager came over.
Manager: Sorry about him sir.
Me: It's alright. He must have got out of bed the wrong side or something.
Manager: Something like that.

Me: Did he complain about me not helping him?
Manager: Yup.
Me: Oh Dear.
Manager: Oh dear indeed. i'm afraid i'm going to have to let you go. you won't be getting a pay cheque from us this month.
Me: Oh Shucks!


I AM the evil bastard!

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