Fuck my life.

[hellzabeth]

So it was 10 minutes from the end of work, when this girl knocks on my till to get my attention from where I'd been putting away the ciggies.

"Hi, can I help?" I ask brightly.

"I'll have a 12 please."

Our lotto cards are numbered from 1-12, and the 12's the cheapest at £1. I nab it out of the dispenser and scan it.

The girl's looking about nervously, but I give her a scrutinising look and decide she seems the type who'd snap at me if I asked what's wrong. "That's a pound please."

So she gives me a pound.

Walks out the shop.

And comes back with a lady from shopwatch.

"You have just sold a restricted item to an under 16 year old."

I broke down in tears.

Fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life.

Comments

[katamanda.livejournal.com]

hufyus /hugs

Maybe they'll just let you off with a warning? D:

[hellzabeth.livejournal.com]

In the end they did, thank god, but I feel awful. orz

[vehira.livejournal.com]

Holy hell, man.

At least you didn't get into a lot of trouble D:

[starrose]

At least you only got a warning O_O Close one!

[lovelylurker.livejournal.com]

._.;

W-well at least it was just a warning and...

...

*hugs*