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I pulled up to my local Waitrose car park and parked in a spot right by the side of the actual car park. Directly in front of me was the public footpath that lead to the main road into town and also the delivery area for the supermarket.
I opened my door and stepped out, the sun was bright for a weekend morning. It was close to eleven o'clock in the morning and I had to get my shopping for the week. Walking past the large windows, I saw all of the cashiers at work. The majority of them were dressed in the standard uniform of a floral pattern blouse, a green overall, the black trousers and their usual smart shoes. As I walked along, I saw one of my more recent infatuations.
Nancy.
She was a friend of a friend of a friend. We were on first name basis but I couldn't tell you her birthday. She was close to five foot six, she had fire red hair tied up in a bun being held in place with one of those knitting needle type things. A womanly thing far past my expertise as a twenty two year old single man. I got a chance to admire my own reflection to see my deep sea blue eyes being hidden behind my glasses. I had the faintest trace of a beard growing and my brown hair was tussled but not messy. I carried on walking in the store and grabbed a basket from one of the displays at the front.
Right by the front of the store, there was a large plastic display with the broadsheet newspapers proudly on display. I grabbed one and threw it into my basket, walking further in I breezed past the fruit and vegetable section and got to the frozen foods section.
Browsing over the pizzas, I felt a nudge in the ribs. Half expecting it to be some old woman, I turned around to see Nancy standing there with a big smile.
"Ben! How's my favourite customer!?" Jesus Christ she was a ray of sunshine.
"I'm good thanks. How can you be so happy on a Saturday?"
"How can you not be? It's a wonderful day outside and there's wonderful people inside!" She said with a grin, playfully poking me in the chest.
"That's really sweet of you to say." I said with a smile as I fished out a pizza and placed it in my basket.
"Well, I need to get back to work. Come and find me if you need any help!" With that, she merrily skipped off down the aisle. I watched her with a smile on my face, to be a misogynistic pig, she had a great arse on her. The things I'd do to that arse, I'm not sure what... But I would!
Before I started to fantasize, I carried on shopping, taking extra care to stay close to the freezers.
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With the menial task of my weekly shop finished, I made my way to the till point and fished out my wallet, trying to find my credit card. I was stood behind some guy who absolutely smelt of alcohol and possibly pot, he looked scruffy and was shaking slowly. Depressingly, he looked to be about sixteen.
We were waiting for Nancy to finish up serving the customer before the both of us. The guy started to mumble something about her being a bitch or really fucking slow or something equally dumb. I didn't bother say anything and started to leaf through my newspaper as Nancy finished up and started to serve the next customer.
"About fucking time." The guy scowled, I looked up from the paper and saw Nancy get upset by the comment, but quick as a flash, her professionalism won over.
"I'm sorry for the wait sir. Now what can I help you with?"
"I want this scotch."
"I see. Do you have any identification?"
"What!?" This guy started to play up now. I was under the impression that if you looked under eighteen you would be ID'ed. It's happened to me before and this guy seemed to be under eighteen. Folding my paper back up, I tucked it in my basket and watched the conversation.
"I don't believe you're eighteen or over. I need to see some identification."
"Bitch, I'm eighteen. Let me buy the drink!"
"Sir, I'm sorry but it's the law. I need to see some identification."
I took a quick look around and two men in suits started to advance on the cash desk but they were still a good few feet away.
"Fuck this shit!" The guy swore and was about to take a swing when my action hero instinct took over. Leaning forward I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, keeping him upright he stumbled and was ready to take a swing at me when the security officers got here.
The both of them took hold of him and wrestled him to the floor. Lifting him up, they dragged him off to the back when the manager turned up.
"Sir, thank you so much!" He started shaking my hand profusely as Nancy came around from behind the till. She said her thanks as well, shaking my hand too.
"Yeah, no problem. Can I uh... Can I get my shopping?" Nancy smiled and nodded. Getting behind the till she started to run my items through the till while the manager piled praise on me. As she finished scanning through my items, the manager very kindly gave me his twenty percent discount. Ready to leave, I made my way out when two police officers made their way in.
Taking a heavy sigh, I stood back in as the manager waived me over.
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After I had finished answering all of the questions, I made my way back outside as the manager thanked me again.