To the gentleman in front of me in the clothes shop at Ocean Terminal

Sucker.

I’m sorry, but it had to be said.

Let me explain.

I went to this particular clothes shop this lunchtime to buy my grandpa a shirt for his birthday – he’s 93 you know. Standing in front of me in the queue to pay was a young-ish guy who was also buying a shirt.

As he handed over his card to pay, the assistant said in-a-very-high-and-low-alternating-voice

Would you like to save ten percent with a store’ card?

The young-ish man paused before dazingly saying

“Yes … I think I would”

No! I silently shouted, softly tutting and shaking my head as if I were a reincarnation of Nora Batty, much to the amusement of the other store assistant lurking in the back-room.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the assistant then advised the youngish man that if he spent over fifty pounds he could get an extra five pounds off. And with that young-ish man went off to buy more products, totally oblivious to the mad woman nervously twitching behind him.

Store cards – don’t do them.

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