• CEOofmyhouse56
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    5 months ago

    I go down to Coles maybe once or twice a week and everytime I go I end up helping an elderly customer.

    Today an old duck asked the Coles worker for a pen and paper so she could write down some measurements. He didn’t have any so suggested he put them in her phone. I said I’ve pen and paper so then the useless prick walked away. I then of course got told why the measurements were needed for this special buys mirror. She was also hard of hearing so it basically got shouted at me. 😂

    Last week I got ambushed by one that kindly asked if I could read the sugar content on a pack of liquorice cos she got the diabetes and can’t have too many or she’ll end up on the floor. I replied “or on the toilet”.

    The week before it was an old codge looking for dried pineapple because his mate made this unreal dessert and he’d like to replicate it.

    I swear to God I do not encourage life stories from our elderly folk. They cannot help but spill their guts to me. Anyway I’m happy to help but I think Coles and Aldi need to start paying me for my impeccable customer service.

    • Gibsonisafluffybutt
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      5 months ago

      That’s incredibly sweet. I only seem to attract weirdos. Especially on public transport.

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        5 months ago

        I got asked by a smaller old dude on Thursday for a hand grabbing something from the top shelf at aldi. At first I got kind of weird vibes from him, I know this sounds bad, but he had… The vibe, and the look. Pack a day since 10, lungs packed up, smells like grog, ranting about something or rather with every second word being some variation of “fuck”. But then I realised he was ranting about how also puts things high up and how it’s a “tall cunts world” and asked me if I could grab it for him. Tbf I’m fairly talk and had to tippy toe to reach them. But I got a “cheers” and he walked off to the register, still ranting about heights