This 'nanny state' is fucking pathetic. Cunts in charge of shops now give "guidance" to checkout staff which leads to lunacy at the tills. Oh, I accept that there needs to be some sort of check on underage purchasing of some items, but come on - we've taken the cuntin' exercise to extremes now. Also, we have given malicious and/or over-zealous twats on the checkout the power to display cuntishness!
I read in today's paper that Arlene Phillips was asked for ID by Morrisons a couple of years ago; she's 68 years old! I can well believe this, as I recall Morrisons being the offending retailer when a 72-year-old was challenged when buying whisky.
Sainsbury's is certainly no better, judging by the story yesterday, reported by the Daily Mail (online). A 25-year-old woman was asked for ID when she tried to buy a pack of six teaspoons. Apparently the twat on the tills used zero common sense. The story explained the view (as if!) that the spoons could have been for use in the preparation of heroin. Fucking criminal - not the spoon-buyer, the fucking supermarket. Apologies always come far too late, and after the would-be purchaser has been declined service. The mad thing about this online story was the comments posted underneath. Someone in Scotland was asked for ID in Tescunt when buying a wooden cutlery tray!
"Think 25" is the slogan for this flawed fucking policy. The '25' refers to the IQ of the person in charge if ID requests, in most cases. I have previously ranted about my son being declined when trying to buy a cigarette rolling machine when he was 19, because he didn't have ID with him by cunts at the corner shop.
Do we know have to make weird connections to establish whether any purchase is allowed? Could the fifteen-year-old who wants to buy a bottle of Evian and some Homepride Flour secretly be plotting to mix them, make glue and sniff? Should toothbrush sales be restricted because a bored teenager might scrape the handle on the pavement while waiting outside the local off licence, and in effect whittle it to a point, then march in and threaten to stab the eighteen-year-old ex-school mate who is serving at the tills on minimum wage? Should a pair of Marigolds be available to a fifteen-year-old, because they might be 'converted' into a condom, and by selling the gloves, the shop would be promoting underage sex!
If any cunt on a checkout messes with me, I will abandon all shopping - after taking photos for publication online, through social network sites and of course this blog. We know that those who even help pack a bottle of gin need to be of a certain age, because of a cunt at Morrisons who would not let the granddaughter (aged 21) pack Grandma's gin !!! Apparently it was more than the checkout operator's job was worth to leave herself exposed to a fine for endorsing underage drinking. Fucking TWAT!
In the local area, one now has to be 25 to buy alcohol without being asked for ID - unless of course you use Olay or some other expensive shit, and look young for your age. So, a woman could be 30, look 24 as far as the spotty cunt on the checkout is concerned, and be asked for ID. If she hasn't got it, then the thirty-year-old will have to go without a glass of wine.
The same approach could be adopted for someone wanting 10 Silk Cuntin' Cut. In you throw a crust of bread to a pigeon in Redcar, you'll probably be fined £80 because that is classed as littering. The fact that the bird will eat it is neither here nor there. If I am stopped, I will be tempted to shit on the path and get my £80 worth. Of course, if I am a cunt who throws from a car window a McDonald's carton, I'll not be chased. Easy pickings then for arseholes who watch shoppers, looking for things being dropped. What's madder than anything else is that an old dear who throws a spare chip to a seagull will be fined £80, yet the pre-meditated actions of a shoplifter who is caught with a trouser-load of cheese and razor blades will be 'penalised' also with a fine of £80. ???
If a twenty-four-year-old buys a DVD that's a 'Certificate 15', will he/she be challenged? I reckon shops need to train staff properly, and not belatedly apologise for some dimwit who loved to be controversial with a shopper the day before. If I were still 18-25, I'd be so pissed off to have to prove myself to every fucker when I want a fag, a drink, go to a film, club, or some other age-restricted venue.
All this has given me a headache. I am over 25, but still I must make sure I do not buy more than 32 paracetamol in one transaction, or I'd be most definitely on a suicide mission. So, "Suicide Watch" is the sister slogan to "Think 25".
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