Unfiltered Story #195936

Tables turned here. I’m the customer, and I’m just home from a flight from London. I fancied a beer, but there were none in the fridge. I told my wife I was going to the supermarket for some, and my daughter asked if she could come with me. Certainly. Picked up the beer (famous Irish stout) and some bits and pieces. We got to the checkout, I put the shopping onto the belt, and one of the cans suddenly split, covering me and my daughter in stout. She has on a pretty dress, and I’m in suit, tie, and a cashmere overcoat.

Checkout guy: “Awww, and I just cleaned this area.”

Me (Sighing, and taking him by the shirt): “Get a manager here now.”