Today, after work I though it would be nice to get some drinks. Trying to dodge the queues, I thought I’d use the self checkouts (I know NOW..). Obviously the machine tells me I will need approval. Kinda strange that a machine is more vigilant than the humans plying teenagers with Smirnoff Ice.
So, along waddles a woman who proceeds to examine my face for any signs of youth.
How old are ya’?” She clucks.
“I’m 26″ I reply.
“Got any I.D.?” Gobs ‘Lady Goose’.
“Not on me, sorry. I don’t drive and don’t tend to carry my passport (expired) on me. I have an armful of tattoos though, if that helps?”. I respond. Also sporting a clearly unshaven face.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time”. She declares.
This flicked my switch. But decided to keep my mouth shut for fear of no drink and being banned from ASDA.
BENEFIT OF THE FUCKING DOUBT?!?! For what you bloated prick. I should have smashed her fucking teeth out on the till.
I really can understand why people kill each other.
Bitch.
Little known fact: cheeky Asda women were actually the cause of World War 2
Comment by Tony — June 30, 2008 @ 8:28 pm