Bastards that use my shop as a pensioner crèche. Middle aged people bring in a coffin dodger “hello, mum here needs her glasses adjusted… ok mum ill see you later im going to pop round the shops” “it will only take a minuet” I protest “ ill get you on the way back mum. I Wont be long!”  20 sodding minutes later. 3 attempts for the old person leave the shop and get in a car that stopped at the traffic lights thinking its there relative picking them up. Deaf as a post. A spoon full of dementure and sprinkling of racism. They final get picked up. “All done now are we?” (we where all done before you got to the other end of the street). Now I need to fabreeze a chair…

You have to admire some people gentardary. Stood in the queue in the bank and the guy being served hands over some money to be paid in. “pay in this £1000” “ the woman counts it out  “there is only 900 here” “well it was in wrapper” “umm yes it was in a cash band yeah” “well should be a grand then” “well its not” “well I cant go back to the bloke who gave it to me” “right” “what shall I do?” “umm you can go to the back and get them to check the till” “but there is supposed to be a grand. Can you pay in a grand” “I can’t pay in money that you are not giving me” “but it says it’s a grand” “the cash band says that yes but the notes are not. Its easy to slip out 2 fifty’s from it”

They guy would just not go was still there arguing when I left

I got to print something out and notice a post it note on the printer saying “inks low” ohh bloody hell I only got a new toner a  few weeks ago. Then I notice something odd about the paper in the printer. Its not neatly stacked. I pull it out and find it to have already been printed on. there is also another big stack under the counter. I appears my boss has tried to print out the internet again and kept feeding the printer paper till the toner died……again