Saying Please and Thank you costs you nothing.

Growing up I always dreamed of working with gymnasts, its what I loved but then after my accident I had to look for another career, I then chose hairdressing, I have always loved messing around with hair so thought make a profession out of it but after 3 months at college with the person who had bullied me for 11 years I couldn't take anymore so left and never saw her again. I then had to decide what I was going to do. (This is going back 36 years)

I was given a YTS youth training scheme for my local supermarket. It was a 15 minute walk from where I lived or a 5 minute bus ride. It was perfect place to start.

THE SUPERMARKET WHERE I WORKED

I lived in a village, a very posh village, my street was the only street that had council houses, everywhere else there were massive houses, 6 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, the houses are gorgeous and the people who live in them are stuck up. Working in the local supermarket opened my eyes. I may not have been posh or had much money but I definitely had better manners than most of them.

My favourite job was checking the dates then reducing the products to put into the reduction basket later if they hadn't sold. I was told to start reducing prices around 4 on a normal day or 5 if we had a late night. Dead on time you would see the well off charging in to get the reduced food first, they would fill there baskets with reduced food. I used to be naughty, I would reduce early sometimes to give others a chance or reduce late sending them into a panic, they used to line up at the plastic doors waiting for the basket to come out.

We had a little old lady that used to come in every Friday, she never spoke to anyone unless she needed help, she would get to the checkout then when we had put her things through the checkout she would never pay you until she had emptied all her packets, leaving cereal boxes, cake boxes, any packaging that wasn't needed she would leave for us to destroy.

I was shocked at how bad mannered they were, they never said please or thank you, they looked down there nose at us because we were shop assistants. I was standing at the fruit and veg scales weighing customers products when one lady who was with her daughter dropped her bag so I automatically bent down to pick it up, her daughter said thank you but when they walked away her mother said loud enough for me to hear, you don't have to thank she's only a shop assistant. I was so angry.

PLEASE
AND
THANK YOU

Another customer lost a massive roll of money, another assistant found it and handed it in, when they came back to check they bought her a bag of crisps and didn't make any effort to say thank you. The ones who were nasty had there cards marked, some of us would pop things into there trolleys when they weren't looking, we never got caught, it was so funny. They used to walk around the shop as if they owned it, little did they know we were laughing at them knowing they had just bought a load of reduced products to eat.

They all moaned when the shop had to close down as Asda had opened a massive supermarket nearby, The day we closed I was only to pleased to tell them its your fault were closing, you decided to shop elsewhere I walked out at the end of the day disappointed as I loved working there but happy I had wiped a few smirks of there privileged faces.

Saying please and thank you can make a massive impression, they don't cost you anything. Having manners and respect for others makes you a better person doesn't matter how much you have

Thank you son-of-satire

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