7/18/2005 06:17:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

Not much has happend so far today, so I thought I'd share with you, oh lucky readers, a small tale from work. In fact, consider this the start of a new occasional feature: twunt of the week.

On Saturday, a gentleman (as we have to call him) came into the shop where I work and after finding his goods, enquired to my supervisor, "Are you going to open a till for me then?". There was already five tillmonkeys on various tills, with queues at each. Everyone in all of the other queues was waiting patiently, either as they're braindead idiots (likely), or are being polite and not abusing the good nature of Wilkinson staff.

My supervisor got me to go back on to my till- something I consider infinitately less interesting than such exciting tasks as "replenishing the kitchen roll" and "taking the piles of baskets back outside".

After I scanned his goods and got to the payment part, the chip & pin broke down. It took four attempts for the card to go through the system- each time various errors occured. This, you must understand, is clearly a technical problem- any idiot in their right mind could figure that out upon seeing what was happening.

It finally worked. This twunt of the week, or "bastard", as he's known in some circles, looked at me in a very "smarmy" way (probably a local colloquial expression), then a

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