I had an extra day booked off after the Edinburgh meet to relax and chill out a bit.
So I woke up this morning, checked the cupboards and found they were pretty bare. I'd obviously not left Mrs. Feek any money while I was away otherwise she'd have frittered it away in an offhand way on silly things like food for herself and the kids. Therefore I had to go to the shops.
Because I'd done so much walking over the weekend, I decided to carry on the trend and walk to the local shop to pick up some essentials such as fizzy beverages, cheese and bread. It's about a ten minute walk.
Got there, sorted out the stuff and when I went to pay the doris said "we don't accept scotch notes." Duh. I asked why and she called the manager over who was nearby. At least he knew they are scottish, and not scotch. But his reasoning was quite strange. He insisted that they're not legal in England and that (get this) "I've run a shop for ten years, don't you try and tell me my job, I know that the banks won't accept them".
*sigh*
I had to walk back home and drive to the co-op instead.
If he'd given me a sensible reason that they didn't take them, such as it needing extra time to do the banking, etc etc then I'd not have been annoyed but to be such a blatant fool just gave my arse the ache.
Ahh well, I have better quality goods at a cheaper price than he could provide anyway. His loss.
End of rantage, thank you for reading.
K.
So I woke up this morning, checked the cupboards and found they were pretty bare. I'd obviously not left Mrs. Feek any money while I was away otherwise she'd have frittered it away in an offhand way on silly things like food for herself and the kids. Therefore I had to go to the shops.
Because I'd done so much walking over the weekend, I decided to carry on the trend and walk to the local shop to pick up some essentials such as fizzy beverages, cheese and bread. It's about a ten minute walk.
Got there, sorted out the stuff and when I went to pay the doris said "we don't accept scotch notes." Duh. I asked why and she called the manager over who was nearby. At least he knew they are scottish, and not scotch. But his reasoning was quite strange. He insisted that they're not legal in England and that (get this) "I've run a shop for ten years, don't you try and tell me my job, I know that the banks won't accept them".
*sigh*
I had to walk back home and drive to the co-op instead.
If he'd given me a sensible reason that they didn't take them, such as it needing extra time to do the banking, etc etc then I'd not have been annoyed but to be such a blatant fool just gave my arse the ache.
Ahh well, I have better quality goods at a cheaper price than he could provide anyway. His loss.
End of rantage, thank you for reading.
K.
