Eye Candy
Tonight's last customers were a couple of drunk Scots who reeled in at 8:55 and lurched in the direction of the drinks aisle. Having failed to find what they wanted (unclear what they were after due to unfortunate combination of thick accent and drunken state, unclear whether their inability to find sought after alcoholic beverage was due to it being something we don't sell, or something we've sold out or something they were too sozzled to see) they staggered to the checkout.
[I'm exaggerating of course; we're not permitted to sell to the evidently intoxicated. But they both stank of stale cider and they'd clearly were at least a bit the worse for wear.]
As it happens D was on the checkout. He was just about he only operator we had working tonight who's old enough to sell alcohol unsupervised so he drew the short straw and the really young kiddies got to stack shelves. Mind you, D only been old enough to sell alcohol unsupervised for a couple of months.
The two cheery cidery drunks eventually allowed themselves to be ushered from the premises and the shutters came down (and the air freshener came out to counteract the stench they'd left in their wake).
D and a couple of others who were working tonight had their 'Prom' in the last week or so. The Prom is a very new import from the US but one that has been embraced with enthusiasm. The kiddies all got togged up and danced the night away at the plushest of the town's sailing clubs. The local rag was there to capture the event and the photos appeared in this week's edition. The photo of D and his mates is pasted up in the back office and I have my own copy tucked away. D's about to go away and train as a police officer, so until we get a new intake of eye candy that photo will have to do.
He looks fabulous in a tux ;) - and I'm a sad desperate old bag.
[I'm exaggerating of course; we're not permitted to sell to the evidently intoxicated. But they both stank of stale cider and they'd clearly were at least a bit the worse for wear.]
As it happens D was on the checkout. He was just about he only operator we had working tonight who's old enough to sell alcohol unsupervised so he drew the short straw and the really young kiddies got to stack shelves. Mind you, D only been old enough to sell alcohol unsupervised for a couple of months.
The two cheery cidery drunks eventually allowed themselves to be ushered from the premises and the shutters came down (and the air freshener came out to counteract the stench they'd left in their wake).
D and a couple of others who were working tonight had their 'Prom' in the last week or so. The Prom is a very new import from the US but one that has been embraced with enthusiasm. The kiddies all got togged up and danced the night away at the plushest of the town's sailing clubs. The local rag was there to capture the event and the photos appeared in this week's edition. The photo of D and his mates is pasted up in the back office and I have my own copy tucked away. D's about to go away and train as a police officer, so until we get a new intake of eye candy that photo will have to do.
He looks fabulous in a tux ;) - and I'm a sad desperate old bag.
posted by Enyo @ 10:51 pm
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