My local supermarket is becoming more and more voyeuristic about my purchases…
The checkout fellow scans my Gardenburgers, wheat buns, cheese and mustard and opines; “Burgers for dinner?”
‘Yeah, no shit, mate’, I think… “Yes!” I smile broadly.
On another day, the checkout chick eyes my grapes, bananas, apples and blueberries and says, “Are you making a fruit salad, Ms Stollznow?” (Yeah, they even store my details on their ‘benefit’ cards.)
‘Mind your own bloody business’, I think… “Yes!” I smile broadly.
Okay, their work is mundane, they’re being friendly, and since they’re handling my groceries I can’t expect them to close their eyes to what my purchases reveal about me…
But, oh my, what are these people thinking when I buy pimple cream? Or prunes? Or eye-drops for red eyes?!
Although, I’d love it if one of them had the nerve to look me in the eyes when I buy condoms and say, “Have a nice fuck tonight, Ms Stollznow!”
What are some personal, embarrassing or rude comments you’ve heard from supermarket staff about your purchases?
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