So, there's this off-licence round the corner from me, been going to it for years to by booze. Anyway coming home from work the other day I decide to swing by and pick up some lovely, refreshing booze. In I go, say hello to the bloke who runs it. He says hello. I take lovely, refreshing booze out of the fidge and put it in my rucksack, then take said rucksack to the counter and get my wallet out. Bloke who owns it then refuses to serve me unless I take my crash helmet off. I've...
a) Been going in there for 6 years.
b)Am clearly about to pay money for the goods.
I tell him to forget it, tip the cans of lovely refreshing booze out on the counter and storm off. Seriously, I am never going back there. I once had this bullshit at a filling station and it outraged me then. I think its the presumption that we must be crims....
a) Been going in there for 6 years.
b)Am clearly about to pay money for the goods.
I tell him to forget it, tip the cans of lovely refreshing booze out on the counter and storm off. Seriously, I am never going back there. I once had this bullshit at a filling station and it outraged me then. I think its the presumption that we must be crims....