So today a woman and her brat were looking at games. Brat picks up a copy of an 18-rated game and says to her bitch mother "I want this one". This brat is about 10.
They come to my till and he hands me the box.
Me: I can't sell this to you, you're under 18.
EDB: It's mine.
Me: It's clearly not.
EDB: It is. I'm disabled and he's holding it because I can't.
Note that her crutches have been in her trolley since she arrived and that she was texting in one hand and holding her purse in the other. It's totally possible that she could have held it.
Me: Please, madam. I heard your son say he wanted the game.
EDB: It's because I'm disabled! I'll have your job! You're like Hitler!
At this point I sign out of that register, sign in on another one and serve everyone else. She eventually walks away - without her crutches, may I add.
They come to my till and he hands me the box.
Me: I can't sell this to you, you're under 18.
EDB: It's mine.
Me: It's clearly not.
EDB: It is. I'm disabled and he's holding it because I can't.
Note that her crutches have been in her trolley since she arrived and that she was texting in one hand and holding her purse in the other. It's totally possible that she could have held it.
Me: Please, madam. I heard your son say he wanted the game.
EDB: It's because I'm disabled! I'll have your job! You're like Hitler!
At this point I sign out of that register, sign in on another one and serve everyone else. She eventually walks away - without her crutches, may I add.
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