Trading Standards came up with the policy of "Think 25", not me. I am getting rather sick of people bitching at me cuz of it. -.-
Anyway, yesterday my collegue Anthony and I were doing the late shift. It was a manic panic til about five pm, then it slacked off cuz most customers were under the impression that Good Friday meant shorter hours. If only. This customer came in about two hours later and asked for cigarettes; she looked under eighteen, so I IDed her and she didn't have any ID. She is not the SC; however, her boyf who she either sent in or who came in of his own accord, is definitely the SC.
He came in to buy cigarettes. Cuz we'd refused his girlf, we were on the spot in case he asked for the same ones. He didn't, so we couldn't be sure if he was buying them for her. However, he looked under twenty five, so Anthony IDed him; he didn't have ID. This is where the SCness starts. -.- Swearwords replaced with censored signs.
SC: What the f
? Why the f
are you asking me for ID? I'm f
ing twenty three and I've got three kids!
Anthony: I'm sorry but it's store policy.
SC: I haven't got my driving licience on me, you f
prick.
Anthony: Then I guess you should have remembered to take it with you. I'm not serving you.
SC: You f
ing c
! I come in here all the f
ing time; she remembers me! *he points at me, I look up*
Me: Sorry, but I don't.
Anthony: I'm not going to serve you. If you don't leave, I'm calling security.
SC: F
you. I'm going to beat your f
ing arse.
Anthony: Just leave. If you don't, I'm calling security.
SC: F
you. *leaves*
Yeah, we are really going to change our minds now that you've sworn at us and threatened us.
Anyway, yesterday my collegue Anthony and I were doing the late shift. It was a manic panic til about five pm, then it slacked off cuz most customers were under the impression that Good Friday meant shorter hours. If only. This customer came in about two hours later and asked for cigarettes; she looked under eighteen, so I IDed her and she didn't have any ID. She is not the SC; however, her boyf who she either sent in or who came in of his own accord, is definitely the SC.
He came in to buy cigarettes. Cuz we'd refused his girlf, we were on the spot in case he asked for the same ones. He didn't, so we couldn't be sure if he was buying them for her. However, he looked under twenty five, so Anthony IDed him; he didn't have ID. This is where the SCness starts. -.- Swearwords replaced with censored signs.
SC: What the f
? Why the f
are you asking me for ID? I'm f
ing twenty three and I've got three kids!Anthony: I'm sorry but it's store policy.
SC: I haven't got my driving licience on me, you f
prick.Anthony: Then I guess you should have remembered to take it with you. I'm not serving you.
SC: You f
ing c
! I come in here all the f
ing time; she remembers me! *he points at me, I look up*Me: Sorry, but I don't.
Anthony: I'm not going to serve you. If you don't leave, I'm calling security.
SC: F
you. I'm going to beat your f
ing arse.Anthony: Just leave. If you don't, I'm calling security.
SC: F
you. *leaves*Yeah, we are really going to change our minds now that you've sworn at us and threatened us.

They tend to take it a lot better. Hey, it's what the sign says in front of the scratchie counter.
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