So I did grab the muffins and the woman turned round and gave me the foulest look I've ever seen. And trust me, I know some right bitches so I'm an expert on foul looks.
So we decided to do the rest of the shopping and come back a bit later. Well, 10 minutes later we went back and she was still s-l-o-w-l-y marking loaves of bread and packs of cakes down so I had a little rummage in the crate and again she gives me a filthy look and slams another crate down on top of the first crate, nearly taking my hand off in the process.
"OK I guess we're not allowed to touch the bread yet then, my mistake" I whisper over 50 fields. And we go off and hide behind the tonic waters, peeking round the corner every few minutes to see if she's finished. But then she sees us looking and goes even slower, deliberately placing things in the crate in slow motion whilst glaring in our general direction.
So we went and hid somewhere else. By this point I should have given up and gone home but she had really pissed me off. She was being a right cow for absolutely no reason. Eventually she finished marking up her manky rolls and then pushes her crates towards the back of the shop. No idea why she feels she has to move the bread, the reduced bakery crate ALWAYS lives in the exact same spot. i.e. right where it already was.
"I'll follow her" says Katie. So, like a ninja, Katie follows the Queen of Bread back to her lair. Which for some godforsaken reason was at the complete other end of the shop at the end of the baby products aisle.
She was like a warrior coming back holding aloft 5 packs of chocolate muffins and a loaf of bread (all 8p, my favourite price!).
I WIN! haha up yours bitch.
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