| Comment | Ugh! There's a right cunt that works (worked?) the checkout in Waitrose. I'm rarely in there, but the two times I went in last year I had the delight of her utter disdain and perma-scowl at having to scan a couple of items. A lovely old woman before me had tried to engage with her, but she had totally blanked her. I thought 'okay, people have bad days', but she was exactly the same next time I was there, despite me being cheery to her. |
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