
Today I was in Manchester City Centre. I rarely venture there nowadays, but I had to go for one thing and another.
Anyway, as I have recently had some stuff done with my teeth, I decided to get some Co-Codamol for the nagging gnashers. Ibuprofren and Asprin are banned due to the kidney situation.
I go to the big Superdrug opposite what used to be Piccadilly Gardens (today filled with big police vans). At the pharmacy department I ask the ethnic behind the counter for the painkillers. What does he say? ‘We’ve just closed for lunch mate’.
I looked a the clock and said ‘But. it’s quarter to three. In the bloody afternoon.’ The bloke says ‘But we worked through the normal dinner hour’. I said ‘That is not my problem. And anyway, so people who turn up when you are not supposed to be working get served. While those wo turn up at a normal decent time dont’? What sort of bloody cock eyed system is that?’ And, I can guess at what sort of people they were. See the end of this cunting.
He wasn’t having it and insisted that they were ‘closed’. While the rest of the store was open and full of customers.
I also noticed how he served an African woman blabbering Wakka Wakka into her phone about a minute before he decided to ‘close’. Could have let me have what I needed too, but no. Naturally, the Drink It In De Congo didn’t pay for her prescription. It stank of preferential treatment.
One can’t even get served at a normal time and during what should be official opening hours. Good job there’s a Boots three doors down. Superdrug? Supercunts, more like it.
No link, just cunts.
Nominated by : Norman



