Chances are slim - of getting served in a reasonable period of time. The till operator was doing her bit to compensate for Post Office closures (where old people have historically gone to chat about fuck all, and retain a link of some sort with the 'community') and she merrily (too fuckin' merrily for my liking) conversed about bugger all, engaging to a level where her scanning of the shopping was suffering. I loaded the conveyor belt at a slow speed, while the old man and woman were 'entertained' by chatty woman.
She then suggested the old gits 'might be lucky', and win £100. The ignorance of the shoppers was catered for as 'till woman' explained the rules. If they checked their receipt, they'd be able to compare the winning numbers with the ones put up in the store tomorrow. That's right, Morrisons has advertised on national TV, declaring that three shoppers per day per store will win £100. What the adverts fail to disclose is that to win, you need to go back to the fucking store the following day to check your numbers.
What a cuntin' palaver, and a rip off. No way am I doing an 18-mile round trip tomorrow to check my numbers. Most people, even locals, would hardly need to go to Morrisons two days running.
Bollocks.
Note: At the end of the checkouts, there were people milling around, and helping some shoppers with their packing. I declined assistance, as I am more capable than a third party at properly and safely packing my own shopping, and using the appropriate number of shopping bags. However, I then had to share the space available in an overly crowded shop, as the bloke just stood with his arms folded, getting in the way. God knows what money was being raised for - it was certainly not being advertised and no mention was made by the 'bouncer' standing next to me.
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