Tales from the supermarket

Well Air you asked what the deal was concerning Mr Taylor. He was the overgrown ned who threatened to stab me if I didn’t open my till. So I did. Mainly because my own safety policy goes along the lines of fuck taking a stabbing for Tesco then combine this with my head being tatters from the previous night. Mr T., I believe happens to be a class A idiot who is still pleading not guilty. Even though a) he’s caught on CCTV b) tried the same shit on BHS and c) wait till you hear this, was found sitting in the bar next door to Tesco sipping his lager with the knife under his chair and the money in his pocket. Criminal genius? More like smackheid moron.

The criminal madness doesn’t stop there. The Saturday previous a 96 year old granny was crushed between trolley and till as some guy tried to escape with his tracksuit top full of steaks. It got me wondering how he was going to explain that one to the mrs when he didn’t turn up with the Sunday dinner.
On top of all this a guy just at the front door got repeatedly hit in the head with a Buckfast bottle last night. The culprits? Two 16 year old neds in baseball caps. I’m thinking of getting a new job.