Customers are knobs. Never work for Primark!
Way back when, back in the days of teenagerdom I was unfortunate enough to work at Primark on Saturdays. This was a new store and Lincoln had never seen the likes of it before, so naturally every Saturday they aaaall came out of the woodwork to buy thongs for a quid.

A 'regular' came in one day, and was just what you'd expect from Lincoln chavviness - orange face (white neck!), scrunchies in her badly dyed and greasy hair, smelling like god-knows-what and looking like she'd put her eyeshadow on with a shotgun. I was on customer services and up she trundles, bag in hand. She dumps contents of said bag onto my counter, right in front of me and says "wanna bring these back duck".

In front of me, just dumped on my workspace, was a pile of unwashed thongs.

Now, anyone who's ever been shopping for clothes knows that there's a returns policy, where undies aren't included and can't be returned. She was adamant and even when I got my fucking MANAGER she blamed me for being "a prude".

She tried that for most Saturdays over the 9 months I spent in that hellhole.
(Lucoire tutted and shook her head in disbelief on, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 15:14, 2 replies)

*Shudder*
I hate Primark.
(Eo1spy is reversing the polarity on, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 19:41, closed)

as did I
until I realised there were better things to spend my meagre supply of cash on than nice clothes from Next or some other non-scummy place.

My clothes may be crap but at least I can pay rent.
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 21:11, closed)