Today I made the schoolboy error of popping to the supermarket for a few bits way later than I normally would, in school holidays and on a Monday. Well, the place was packed with the usual mix of pensioners, people popping in for an early lunch, and the famblys. Moo, duh, Bratly, Snotly and the occasional Tardly. Not only them but Grammy Moo, Gramp Duh and assorted hangers-on. All clogging up the aisle discussing the merits of a brand of chocolate over another.
Having managed to duck and dive around them I was collecting some salad dressing (i'm feeling lazy) when I see welfare moo - easily spotted due to shift in gravitational field and 5 different looking toadlers - pick up a can of Dr Pepper, open it and take a long drink, with slurping noises, then put the can back on the shelf.
Now I'm not one to spend hours checking this weeks price against last week but I know the cost of a lot of things I get has gone up so this behaviour does get my back up. Luckily in the next aisle was one of the management team so I pointed out what moo had done.
In a flash he was off down the other aisle with the can in his hand and confronted the tub-o-lard. She bleats it wasn't her but but manager is having none of it and fair play, tells her that he saw the drinking. Instead of just putting hands up, she now goes on about how her bayybee was thirsty and needed a drink (Dr Pepper? Yeah...). Manager still having none of it and heads off to the exit with the plague following/
Not one to miss some free entertainment, I too follow. Under the guise of looking at toothpaste, I can hear everything. Basically moo has 2 choices, either pay the cost or the police get called on her. Moo decides that she doesn't fancy time in the cells and social services taking her brats (a win in my book) she agrees to pay while still bitching. Turns out the can was from a multi-pack so won't scan as a single. Again, fair play, the manager makes her buy the whole pack and brings it to her. She is then invited to leave the store and never come back
In a last shot, she starts swearing like a fishwife and threatening to take all her money and friends to Tesco up the road (know you won't as that's a steep hill).
Good riddance.
Sometimes the gods are watching.