Today I felt unnecessarily irritable and tired; combine this with a head-ache arriving and a sense of righteous indignation. In a grumpy mood I was ripe for a dust-up, so the lady in Tesco denying my purchase of pain-relief was always going to get it.
“You're only allowed three items
containing paracetamol, I can't sell you this!”
As far as I could see up to this point
I had only purchased fruit & vegetables and knew I only had ONE
packet of paracetamol in my trolley. Despite my protests she still
insisted that she shoudn't, couldn't and wouldn't sell it me, which brought the supervisor
over alerted by the lengthy queue swiftly developing behind me.
At my suggestion she eventually
checked my receipt & purchases to that point and saw that right enough whilst I had indeed only
one lone box of Paracetamol in my trolley the checkout operator had swiped it through
thrice.
Once again no apology offered, just
…“Well you can't be too careful can you?” as a statement of
justification. “You can't can you … must remember to check my
receipt!”
Although if I was going to do myself in I certainly wouldn't chose an overdose of Paracetamol and I certainly don't
think I'd be buying £50 of fresh fruit & veg, I may have
depressive tendencies but I'm not wasteful!
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