Yes, please, I do. I was always taught to do the please thing unlike my partner who just totally misses it out and still gets what he wants. Without the P word.
In this case, we had gone to stock up at the super, and I was trying to get three bottles of Old Rosie (my addiction to Old Rosie is recited here) for a fiver. Except there were only two bottles on the shelf.
One of the shelf stackers saw me take the forlorn two with a forlorn face.
‘I think I’ve got some in the back,’ she said. ‘I’ll go and look for you.’
Smiles all round.
I stood there for ages. Eventually a bloke came down with a pack of eight Old Rosies.
‘How many do you want?’ he asked.
‘Only one,’ I replied. (One of my more moderate days).
‘Shi….’ – he managed to avoid the T.
Being an assertive sort of person at times, I challenged him on that one.
‘Yes?’ I asked. ‘Shi…..?’
He rolled his eyes and cleared off.
But really people. There is an offer, buy three for a fiver, or they cost you £1.99 each. I am certainly not buying two for four pounds when I can get another bottle for an extra pound coin.
Nice woman offered to get me another from out the back. Surly man looks annoyed that I don’t want to get pissed for Gibraltar and buy all eight.
Hell, this is a supermarket. I want to buy stuff, you are meant to sell me stuff and encourage me to buy. Almost saying shit when I want to buy three ciders instead of two is hardly the way to go.