1 x fat man, 2 x tramp and the ever-lasting smell of tabacco.

THURSDAY night seen a number of those typical pain-in-the-backside customers that usually seem to blame their behaviour on the hot weather.

I sat on checkout 15 and within the first 15 minutes of my shift I had served four customers that were really testing my patience

Two of which were these.

"Hello there" I said to the customer, but received no response, "Would you like any help with your packing?" No response again. Maybe not then, I thought to myself as I scanned through the shopping of the white haired fat man, who was an even English!

I pressed the subtotal button and didn't even ask if we wanted anything else. He slapped the money in my hand and grabbed the receipt before walking off.

Obviously didn't like the look of me.

The next customer just looked at the man with a confused face as if to ask what was that all about?

I chose to let to go over my head until 2 customers later...

A tall smelly man approached the till. "Would you like any help with your packing?" I asked. He replied "Err yeah actually I can't be bothered" so I'm thinking you lazy b******.

What these customers don't understand is that, although we offer to pack their bags, as we should, we also have a scanning rate to meet. 22 items were minute. In my opinion it is difficult to give good customer service when feeling under pressure.

So I opened a bag and began to scan the shopping fast while putting it into the bags. By this point another smelly man, who stunk of skunk or some
form of roll-up, approached the till and said "F*ckin' 'ell, stop throwing my bottles of coke in the bag, f*cking hell, hu-hu-mmm, f*cking err it will explode."

I just thought to myself oh f*ck off speaking to somebody like that. "I'm sure it's quite durable" I replied with a confused face, and then said "That's 21.96 then please" but obviously their smell wasn't not only blocking my nose but their hearing too, you know ear, nose and throat they're all connected, because surprising they just had to ask "how much is it?" Mid-way through me telling them.


For the record I wasn't throwing them in the bag, they just bumped off of the metal desk.

I took this pic to make sure I would remember to write this blog.

These are like vile types of human beings.