The last time I did go to the supermarket, and that was a while ago thanks to the all new super-duper home delivery service I signed up for, it was busy, as usual.
There was one checkout boy who had a completely clear conveyor belt, so I headed straight to him. I usually try and stay away from the youngsters, particularly when I have alcohol, but this time I was being good and didn’t need an over 18.
Everyone else was avoiding this checkout and I couldn’t understand why until I had finished unloading my items from the basket. A sign read: Trainee Checkout Assistant. Please Be Patient.
I rolled my eyes and prepared to grit my teeth.
Actually, the boy was really good. Speedy and mega polite throughout. I was really glad I had picked that one despite it’s lack of promise.
Of course, I think the polite thing will change once he has worked there for, ooh, three days, but it was nice while it lasted.