A few weeks ago I had resits for exams and decided to get sweets and energy drinks to help through my revision. Rather than going to the supermarket I work at 40 minutes round trip away on foot (including walking up a hill on the way back) I decided to go to the smaller, more expensive supermarket as prices on things I wanted are about par with my work. Wearing nothing similar to the shop uniform of a blue branded t shirt/jumper and dark trousers i might add.

Anyway after grabbing my supplies of caffeine I went off to the sweets to find an old woman struggling to get something off the top shelf, so I offered to get the dairy milk bars (with daim) down for her. At this point she asked if they were normal dairy milk so I said nope the plain dairy milk are the ones next to them and more expensive for less.

I then get asked when the offer ran out so I sympathised and said I wasn't sure she should ask someone who works here. The comment was then obviously ignored as she asked me why the shelves were so empty and I replied as previously and thought I better grab my stuff and get out at this point.

As I grab my sweets (sports mixture for those interested) she shouts me back saying she still needed help so I apologised and said one of the employees is on the next aisle I think but I don't work here. Side note: when I say smaller it's like less than a quarter of the supermarket I actually work in and each aisle is probably 10 foot long. At this point she lets loose saying I'm the worst employee there as well as useless and incompetent.

I let loose back, being a Lancastrian the sarcasm comes easy as I explain how obviously I'm lying to her because they've just changed the uniform to black coats, red t shirts, jeans and red converse and I'm obviously the only one who has had the memo. To those who know of him my mother describes me as a younger English version of Rhod Gilbert. I apologise once more and say I'll get someone to help which leads to a tirade saying she knows the manager and I'll get fired so I tell her go on then pay for my stuff and leave.

A few days later I go in for snacks and a chat as I know one of the older guys working there would be on and we always have a laugh. He asks me if it was me that had interacted with her and asked me to always go in if she's shopping as apparently the sweet old lady is a right cow and he wished he could have seen it.

Tl:DR don't piss off a stressed tired student just trying to do their deed for the day.