No grabbing!

Recently on my lunch break I visited a clothing warehouse near to where I work to see if I could grab a bargain or two, with a couple of friends.

On arrival, we all went our separate ways and started to peruse the aisles. Whilst wandering around I heard what I can only describe as loud moaning coming from the other side of the warehouse...thinking nothing of it I continued. I arrived at the shoe section and eyed a pair of shoes that took my fancy. Finding my size, I decided to try them on...little did I know that this was the beginning of a rather strange episode.

There were none of those seats that you usually find when trying on shoes so I found myself bending over to get my shoes off/trying on my possible purchase. Whilst bent over, in a not so attractive position, I felt a hand on my bum and not just a pinch but a full on grab!! Now, my first thought was that it was one of my friends I had arrived with as we often mess about. However as I turned around, still bent over, I had a mixture of shock and horror to see a man in a wheelchair with the biggest grin on his face. It was obvious that he had disabilities. Not just because of taking a fancy to my bum, but...it was just obvious. So I looked to the right of him with what I can only explain to be a look of shock and horror, to see where on earth his carer was. There she was, fingering through the bargains, doing anything but CARING for the guy in the wheelchair and obviously spending his benefits! I was waiting for her reaction for what seemed like a life time and all she uttered was "No grabbing", whilst tapping the back of his hand. NO GRABBING, NO GRABBING??!! Is that all she's got to say, despite the fact that I am stood there with my shock and horror look going on?? No apology?? You can imagine that this done nothing but fuel his fire so he could undress me with his eyes as he was whisked away!

I was left feeling used, abused and violated with the words "No grabbing" ringing in my ears...

Shop Assistants

Now we all experience them on a daily basis, but the other day I encounter what I can only describe as leaving me speechless...

After whizzing round and getting the bits I needed I went to the till with my basket of goods and was asked the annoying question "Do you want a bag?" Picture me with a shoulder bag no bigger than my head which is already full and no other bag in sight. Now of course, its high of my list of priorities to save the planet and all that but come on, I need a bag! So I kindly advised her that I need a bag (as unfortunately I had left my magic coat with the Mary Poppins pockets at home). She then goes on to ask me "Can I interest you in some tattoo sleeves?", this is whilst she is pulling up a pair of baggy sleeves that have since fallen down and were hanging round her wrists; good advert?! Needless to say, I refused the offer of the sleeves.

Now time for the second shop and amongst my purchases was alcohol. I take a few bottles of cider to the checkout and unfortunately there aren't any self-serve tills available which I prefer so I don't have any interaction with said Shop Assistant; let the transaction commence! She grabs a bottle of cider and starts reading the label and then gasps and says "WOW, look at the percentage of that!" Slightly confused I reply "I don't get it." Her response was "It's the percentage of alcohol and that's like well strong for cider." Must to my dismay, the only comment I could muster was "I really have to admit that I didn't take notice of that as I'm not 14 wanting to get smashed on cider"