| Comment | A few years back, we went to Sheffield with my elderly auntie. We went to a charity shop where she wanted to buy something and they refused her money because it was scottish, but were told the post office next door would change it to english notes. So, we go into the post office and she asks to change the notes for english ones, ro be told they cant just swap them, she'd have to buy something, with a really snarky attitude. So my auntie did buy something. She bought a second class stamp, with a £50 note. The woman behind the counter was raging, but she was an arse, so fuck her. |
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