Trouble at the Cashout

Trouble at the Cashout

I ran into Tesco feeling annoyed with myself. I’d  been in the store earlier but I’d forgotten to pick up some milk. I dashed over to the fridge and grabbed a pint and ran towards the nearest till.

As I approached the cash out I saw two women at the head of the queue arguing.

“You’ve jumped in front of me,” said the elderly customer.

“No I didn’t you fat cow,” said the twenty-something girl.

The sales assistant sat flummoxed and obviously didn’t know what to do.

Other shoppers delighted in the scenario they were witnessing unfolding. Their day must have been pretty boring until now.

“Well!” said the elderly customer, “what can’t speak can’t lie. See that tin of beans in the assistant’s hand, that’s mine. Proof I was here first.

The cashier quickly scanned the beans, eager to get these two women out of the store as diplomatically as she could.

“Oh,” said the young upstart, “if that’s what you eat no wonder you’re full of wind.”