I hate old people.

September 29, 2007 at 6:30 pm | In Uncategorized | 6 Comments

So I’m at work… Again. Sitting at my till and an old couple come over and I scan their shit and end up having to hide my anger and give them a fake smile and goodbye. These people are infuriating and these are the reasons why.

Because of the fact that I am not 18 yet, I have to call a certain number and get a colleague who is over 18 to authorize it. The number is 66.

1. An old couple put some whiskey on the till and I shout 66. The old woman says “No, I’m 58″ and then she starts laughing at her joke. Okay, it was amusing the first time someone said it. Now it just pisses me off.

2. Same scenario, but this time it’s an old man and he shouts “Bingo!” … Seriously, go bash yourself over the head with a piece of heavy mining equipment, you tool. I hope you choke to death on your own saliva.

3. I have no customers at the moment, an old woman turns up and says “You look bored, I’ll give you something to do.” Are you serious? I don’t want something to do. Believe it or not, I prefer to sit and do fuck all.

4. I’m not a fucking mind reader, if you want me to pack your shopping, ask me.

5. “Excuse me, dear. Could you help me get something off the shelf?” No. Notice my earphones are in, the sound of music coming out of them, my wallet in my hand and some food on the till. I’m on my break, leave me the fuck alone.

6. “Smile.” No. Just no. I have nothing to smile about, I have to sit here for 7 and a half hours and put up with your crap.

7. “Are you open?” No. I just like to spend my hour lunch sitting on my till giving you false hopes. Of course I’m open, you bleeding imbecile
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8. “That’s £5.53 please.” – “£5 what sorry?” – “£5.53.” – She gives me a £20 note. *Strangles*

9. Don’t ask me to pack your shopping if you’re going to tell me how to do it. If you don’t like the way I do it. Do it yourself.

10. They are slow. HURRY THE FUCK UP! The other customers are giving me a dirty look and huffing, like it’s my fault. What, the hell?

11. “Cheer up, might never happen.” First of all, you don’t even know what might never happen and second of all… what if I want it to happen. You piece of shit! Hurry up and die.

I feel better now.

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