Unfiltered Story #119685

, , | Unfiltered | September 8, 2018

I have recently started a weekend job, working in a supermarket, performing whatever useful jobs I am tasked with, while I complete my A-levels at grammar school.

One day this couple approach me while I’m restocking some shelves. Both of them are fat. He has a beard, and is wearing open toed sandals, an ill-fitting T-shirt and tatty “cargo pants”. She’s curled her hair and dyed it purple, and is dressed just as scruffily as he is. They have a trolley loaded with unhealthy, pre-cooked meals which you just shove into the oven, and eat in front of the television, no doubt.

Man: “Excuse me, can you tell me where the plawn clackers are?”

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Man: “Plawn clackers. To go with our flied lice.”

Woman: “He means prawn crackers! He’s being silly.”

Me: “Yes I know what he meant. We have a zero tolerance policy towards racism, and I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Man: “Seriously? Oh come on …”

Me: “Seriously. Please leave. We don’t cater for people like you. Leave now, before I call security.

The couple looked at each other, then he shrugged, and they both walked off, hand in hand, leaving their trolley behind.

Unfortunately, when I told my manager what had happened, he was in a very grumpy mood, and did not seem to be all that pleased. I was then tasked with the job of putting everything back on the shelves.

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