I was in the supermarket the other day doing my weekly shop.
As I reached the checkout, the bright young thing behind the conveyor belt glanced up at me and asked if I’d like a bag.
‘Excuse me?’ I said.
She repeated the question, to which I replied: ‘What do you think? I have £80 worth of groceries here, how on earth do you reckon I’m going to get them home?
‘Put them in my pocket? Stuff them down my bra?
‘Do you really think I want my boobs smelling of ripe camembert?’
She went bright red and stuttered: ‘N-n-n-n-no, of course not,’trying not to giggle.
Supermarket checkout workers, please take notice of what people are purchasing before you ask daft questions!