Are We Sure This Story Isn’t From Scotland?, Part 2
An older lady is making a purchase with me.
Old Lady: “It’s been a while since I’ve been shopping on my own! I usually come with my daughter, so it’s exciting to get out and stretch my legs on my own.”
Me: “That’s good! I love a bit of personal retail therapy now and again.”
A younger guy in line behind her rolls his eyes and loudly proclaims:
Customer: “Let’s move it along, ladies! Not all of us have all day to chat!”
Old Lady: “I was just saying hello! No need to be rude.”
Customer: “Just buy what you need and go!”
The old lady doesn’t seem too bothered, but I am upset for her that her first solo shopping experience in a while is being ruined by this total tosser.
Old Lady: *With a glint in her eye* “Do you still accept cheques?”
Me: *Also smiling* “We do!”
She starts to get out her chequebook, and the other customer rolls his eyes again.
Customer: “F*** this!”
He walks to the other side of the floor and makes his purchase there. He still feels the need to come back and have a go at us again.
Customer: “You tried to delay me on purpose!”
Old Lady: “I might have.”
Customer: “You failed!”
Old Lady: “So did your daddy’s condom!”
He had nothing to say to that, and I had to hold back my laughter!
Shockingly, the old lady wasn’t Scottish!
Related:
Are We Sure This Story Isn’t From Scotland?
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 3
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 2
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman
Tell Me You’re In Scotland Without Telling Me You’re In Scotland