To love a good supermarket scrap thread?(372 Posts)
There have been some good ones this week, what with the snow turning everyone rabid and that.
Tell Aunty Bupcakes your best supermarket scrap threads. I loves 'em I do.
I used to be too open mouthed to respond to any hostility but now I'm fast to get my worth in.
I've got loads of stories as I used to work in stores but I'll knock them down.
When shopping with my mother she ran over a packet of crisps a little boy had just dropped and popped the bag, crisps flying everywhere. The boy's mother turned from the shelf she was looking at, saw the crisps all over the floor and shouted at the boy for making a mess. My mother stuck her head up high and kept walking! I didn't see this otherwise I'd have stood up for the kid.
I worked in a do it all store and there was always a lot going on there.
A man brought back a plastic tub of whitewash paint. He was in conversation with the manager, getting quite heated. Obviously he wasn't impressed with what the manager was saying because he opened the tub and threw the paint all over him then stomped out. Lots of people stood staring in shock as the manager removed his glasses and wiped them on his shirt, which was also covered in paint. Nobody went after the man. The manager slipped off to his office.
Same place, a man holding a small child of age approx 18 months argued with a member of staff and started making threatening, violent movements towards him. I remember being disgusted that he would do that in front of his own child. The child just clung on for life and didn't make a sound. Probably used to it.
When I was still a teenager I worked part time at an Iceland. I'd won a large amount of cash and made the mistake of gloating about it to my co worker, in front of customers. A family shopping there started asking questions and I hushed up as I realised they were taking the piss out of me. Every time they came into the store after that they humiliated me over and over by talking really loudly about all that money I won. They had intimidating behaviour too, reaching over to grab my necklace for a closer look, or pulling on my arm to get my attention. I encountered them on a bus and had to listen to muttered threats of scratching my eyes out and stabbing my face etc. I'd love to go back in time and grow a pair.
I worked in a pet store and a customer wanted to buy quails. I asked if she had the appropriate home for them. She said she was going to keep them in the bath. I told her that they aren't water birds. She said she wouldn't put water in the bath. I said they can jump quite high and will jump out of the bath. She said she'd put a net over the bath. I asked where she would take a bath. She said she'd take them out first. I asked if she was prepared to remove all the seed and water and sand and grit and poop etc first and she said they're not going to have all that, she will feed them twice a day in the bedroom.
I refused to sell the quails to her. She said 'all right I won't keep them in the bath then'
She was pissed when I snorted and said I couldn't help her further.
Ahhh Hazel, you've reminded me of my Safeway reducing days <wistful sigh>
My supermarket rage incident happened just after dd1 was born, I was pushing my brand new pfb around Tescos when a little girl walking in front of me dropped a jar of pasta sauce. It smashed and there was sauce and glass everywhere so I stopped, and the lady (I use the term very loosely!) walking behind me screamed at me "what the fuck is wrong with you?, get a fucking move on will you!" I just turned to her and pointed to the floor and crying child in front of me. At which point she pushed me out of the way. Another shopper came over to ask how I was and said "snooty old cow, you should've thumped her and blamed it on the hormones!". I kept seeing scary woman in the aisles after that, as well as the nice lady, who shot me supportive looks and glared at the nasty bitch
Ooooh I'm at some of these!
I did witness a to-do but I couldn't hang around long enough to see the outcome.
You know when you've got a mahhhooooosive trolley full and the person behind you has just 2 or 3 items? You might let them go before you.
The next aisle, precisely this happened. The 3 items lady put her shopping down - then waved her DH over with a full trolley that they started unloading.
The other shopper was gobsmacked and protested (no swearing) but the lady pretended she didn't understand. (But she understood "Oh you can go before me, you've only got a couple of things" )
I was at the check out at M&S and DD wanted to put my card in and the pin so I let her. I got a mouthful about not delaying the express checkout.
I turned and said that the child needed to learn these things and got told to get stuffed. The woman serving then had the bloody cheek to ask if she was ok
OMG I must either live somewhere rough or not shop in decent supermarkets (ASDA & Morrisons so perhaps is that)... Loads to choose from...
Busy Saturday and toddler runs full pelt in front on my trolley which I am pushing down an aisle - put anchors on, my son walks into the handle as he is daydreaming walking alongside and I go 'Woahhhh... careful sweatheart'.....
Cue Dad to then turn round and go 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER YOU STUPID BITCH'
I was a bit [shocked] and his DP was [shocked]
I regained my composure and said 'Yet me get this right... YOUR child runs in front of me when YOU are supposed to watching her and I stop her from getting hurt and I am a stupid fucking bitch?.... Really? Grow up you tosser?' and then to his missus 'My god love there are times I am really pleased to be single'
Mum took the little girl threw a look at the partner and stalked out of ASDA...
I nearly cried though
I had a lady refuse me through the 10 items or less till in Morrisons 10mins before closing when there was her and another till open and 3 shoppers - 2 with huge baskets full... I had 12 items so I wasn't allowed...
As I queued another member of staff asked me to go through the 10 items till so I said really loud
'Sorry, I can't that member of staff is only allowed to do 10 items at a time and I have 12... and I much prefer assistants with manners rather than lazy jobsworths who would rather pick their teeth than do their job'
I swear the woman smiled and then she turned to the lady in front of me with enough food to feed a small army for a month in her basket and said 'Would you like to follow me madam' and promptly took her to the 10 items till... I gave the scowling shop assistant (who still had a full belt and stuff to go on it) a wave as I skipped out!!
I once slapped someone in a supermarket.
I knew her, she had a dd at the same school as mine. DD was severely autistic, lovely girl, but sometimes things got a bit much for her. Saw her in supermarket and said hi and wandered off, only to hear her yell two seconds later, turned around and Mum was slapping her across face and telling her not to touch. I went up to Mum, slapped her and told her not to touch her dd.
Police and all sorts were threatened until I pointed out that Social Services would be involved too.
In fact they were. I made sure of it.
I had a P and C parking debacle with a man in morrisons but it was me who was in the wrong.
I parked in the P and C bay without a child in the car. I was so used to going in them I'd forgotten DC was at school not in the car.
No real dramas but was hoiking my judgy pants as a woman was being really aggressive with an angelic looking toddler in her trolley who appeared to be doing little more than trying to make conversation.
It took all my best efforts not to laugh despite the face when he gave up and said as clear as a bell "well fuck off then cow!"
Not a supermarket thread as such, but I have seen plenty of bitch fights in my time. Years ago I had a Sunday job in a garden centre. In the summer, it was ripe for bringing out the worst in the great British public as it was a) hot b) crowded as there was nowhere else for people to go at that time on a Sunday and c) (and most importantly) alcohol fuelled. People used to come to the Garden Centre with all family in tow after usually going out for Sunday lunch and, fuelled by a couple of Chardonnay's, they were mostly up for a scrap. It could be anything that triggered it, theft of trailing lobelia from trollies, theft of the whole trolley, smash and grab on the hanging baskets.
The thing that brought out the absolute worst though was the one up bitching of the orange tanned and permed brigade was the dried flower section. This was at the time when it was popular to stick bits of dead flowers
which smelled of wee into baskets as interior decoration (I fear we may be heading back to this if we give Kirsty Allsop her head). I've actually seen someone being hit over the head with an ornamental teasle in a particular bout of trolley rage.
The fights brightened up otherwise dull shifts but quite often we were asked to referee. I used to suddenly have some urgent pricing to do when I saw a vision in studded denim heading my way expecting redress.
Next time I go that Aldi I am going to dress down and keep my mouth shut.
If a couple can get that agressive to a woman with a pushchair and quite clearly a days old baby - for momentarily blocking their way then profusly apologising...what would happen with a real incident!
V sad round reduced trolly, section as its usually alot of oldies there trying to eek out thier pensions, in that case I always defer to them first.....
but when the raiders are they - they dont give a shit - straight in - barge everyone out the way ....
In Tesco once as a teenager, just dashed back with a forgotten box of cereal to my little brother who was emptying our trolley onto the checkout (I know, I know!). I'm stood at the end of the checkout putting the cereal on and this man just rammed me in the side with his trolley. And then continued pushing like I wasn't there. I asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing and pushed the trolley back into him. He just tutted at me and joined a queue about three checkouts over. And then just stands and glares. And glares. And glares! So because I was a bit of a wind up merchant I did the wanker sign at him with my hand. He went BALLASTIC. Swearing and raving and screaming at me. I just did that blank face thing, shook my head and shouted back "why are you screaming at me? I don't even know you." And he just kept raving on and on while he finished at the checkout and carried on as he left. It was childish but I was quite amused at the time at how he overreacted.
Looking back I'm horrified! Can you imagine if he'd waited outside for us or followed us home to beat us up? Glad I've grown up a bit since then!!!
" I've actually seen someone being hit over the head with an ornamental teasle in a particular bout of trolley rage."
whats an ornamental - teasle ?
Ha I never thought I'd contribute to a thread like this, but there you go
New Years Eve, Mil, ds & I were picking up a few bits in her local supermarket. The place was mobbed, getting clattered by trolleys etc. MIL was patiently waiting to get down an aisle, when another woman started chatting to her about how busy it was. Mil then caught the eye of a stroppy faced woman who gave her a get-out-of-the-way look and Mil said 'sorry I can't move yet'.
The woman started shouting at her, saying she never pulled a face etc. Anyway, we moved on, woman comes back up to her and bitching again, demanding an apology (no idea what for). I asked her to go away as ds (5) was trying to say 'gran never did anything' and I didn't want her shouting in front of him.
She starts speaking to HIM 'well actually your Gran/mum/whoever...' and I akshewally said 'don't you speak to my son'.
Woman from the meat counter came over to 'calm things down'
was the most bizarre thing, I've no idea what happened other than maybe she was frazzled?
If you made sense of that, can you explain it to me?
This is nearly ten years ago now but I once got into a massive confrontation with a dad who was calling his 3/4 year old a 'little fucking cunt'. He also yanked her hooded jacket and slapped her in the face. All because she was crying and wanting to sit on the ride on thingy at the supermarket.
I stormed over to him and yelled very loudly to get away from the child. He said all indignantly it's my child.
I said he was clearly angry and stressed and he was to walk away from her right now before I called the police. I was very, very firm.
I could see the thought of beating the shit out of me cross his face but he thought better of it and went and stood 50 feet away while me and the security guard (who so didn't want to get involved) watched her.
Oh and at my local asda:
A 'gangland' shooting occured (I was not there but it was heavily covered on news)
A huge brawl -men/women/security/workers etc. Was crazy. Saw some poor shop worker bleeding. No idea what kicked it off at all.
We should get danger money for shopping
After reading all these, I'm sticking to online shopping!
Laurie what happened then - did someone else come and pick up the the little girl?
I always hate watching people being horrible to their kids, but have always assumed that someone intervening would mean the child would get even more of a beating when they got home as being the cause of 'showing me up'. <voice of experience>
a teasel eliza is one of those dried thistley headed things that grows beside the M25 motorway amongst other places.
Long brown stem and the head is a bit jaggy.(We used to pretend they were baby hedgehog in my childhood. No X-Boxes then)
I suppose the ornamental ones are covered in glitter and you put them in with your pebbles and twiigy shit.
(Well you did ask)
see I don't witness anything like this because I go to Waitrose in St Helier and you can't get much posher than that. So soz an all
Early December I was 37 weeks pregnant and stood in Card Factory/Warehouse buying Christmas cards. It was bedlam, you could barely move. I waited my turn for the "Nan" cards and was just looking through them when a large woman came and stood side on to me and rested her hangy belly/apron on my hip. She was so close she was huffing into my ear. I turned and said look love if I can manage not to touch you with this <point at bump> surely you don't need to rest your belly on my arse. Didn't stop her though
so I childishly took extra long picking a card
The week after at 38+5, serious weeble territory, a woman hit me up the arse with a mobility scooter while I looked at the bread in ASDA. She then got to the end of the aisle, turned round and drove straight at me. I leapt out of the way (not easy when enormously pregnant) to avoid being hit in the bump. She did a smirk as she drove past that did for me. I was marched to the checkout by DP while shouting she hit me twice, there won't be a fucking third time!
Another toilet one! We were in a cafe at a wildlife park on a Saturday in the middle of the summer, so it was very busy. There were only four male and four female toilets, both sets were on the same small corridor at the back of the cafe. The queues came out into the corridor so the doors to each set of loos were open. It was one of those situations where everyone gets chatting while they wait. It became clear that the cisterns weren't filling up quick enough so people were having to wait several minutes to be able to flush the loo (this is relevant!)
A man rushed in with a toddler under his arm and another little boy, about five. He was shouting at the toddler, quite angrily, to "hold it in". He marched into the bathrooms without saying anything, but it was quite clear the toddler was about to wet himself so the men in the queue were sympathetic.
All the cubicles were full at the time and the man was standing there yelling about how naughty it would be for the boy to wet himself, and the poor little boy was crying. A man rushed out from a cubicle without waiting to flush the loo as he could hear that this man and toddler needed to go. The toddler got to the loo, disaster was averted, and we all went about our business and then back into the park without a second thought.
Later we were queuing for an ice cream and happened to be in front of the man from the toilet, who was with a large group. Then the man with the toddler walked past, spotted the other man and came over, yelling "What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have at least flushed the toilet!". The first man calmly explained that he had tried to flush but it hadn't worked, but he had rushed out anyway so the toddler could go next. Other man was not having any of it and carried on yelling. Luckily we had our ice creams by this time and were able to leave but we could hear him yelling from the next enclosure and it went on for several minutes!
Personally I think I'd rather have seen an unflushed toilet than had to deal with a toddler with wee soaked trousers! Especially as the man didn't appear to have a bag with him so I assume no change of clothes for the little one.
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