I've attempted to write this entry about ten times, and im starting to feel the rage.
I went to college today, but not before i bought a secretly pre shook bottle of cherry lucozade from the newsagents opposite the bus stop on western road. (It went everywhere and lucozade sticks, so that was annoying.)
When i started on my project in class, Chris came in and i had a mini conversation with him about how his weekend back up in Leeds was. He said it was ok apart from his friend died.
Later we did some stenciling (BORE.) As we had all just got our materials ready and began to work, Chris came storming in with a pertubed look on his face and pointed to several people in the class and said he needed to see them outside immidiately. Scott just carried on with the lesson but my erratic imagination started going off on one. Especially when all of the people he called outside had to get theire things and leave the premises. I asked Shaun what was going on, and he just said that Chris said anybody with children has to go home.
So you can imagine that by this point i was like WHAT. (I was a little jealous that i didn't have a child, and wasn't allowed to leave early) but then i started thinking, well WHY? why would Chris send them home because they have children? Is he sparing them? and it crossed my mind that i was about to get blown up in college as part of a mass student slaughter by crazed tutor who has lost it due to the death of a close one. The ones like you see in America. I should have had more faith in Chris. This did not happen. He spared us all.
After college i went to ALDI to buy vodka, wine and jelly for tomorrow. As i was walking round jingling all the glass bottles together and looking like a substantial alcoholic i spotted an old guy stood by the fruit & veg just staring into space. He was really old, and wearing a flat cap. He also had abit of old food stuck to his jersey.
I asked him if he was ok and if he needed any help, but he couldn't hear me, so i went closer and i asked again, but he couldn't hear me. SO i went closer and asked again (I was almost licking his ear at this point) Anyway, we got chatting and he said that he had been stood there for almost 20 minutes because he was waiting for someone to help him get his shopping because A) he couldn't see B) he couldn't walk and C) he was preeeeeeeeetty god damn deaf.
SO...I went to the manager and asked who was supposed to be helping this poor guy (His name was Joe by the way and he was 94) and the conversation went like this:
Me: 'Hi im just wondering who is supposed to be helping the old man over there get his shopping?'
Twat: 'Oh yeah him over there' (Points to young security guard on his phone)
Me: 'Oh well he's not helping him is he?'
Twat: 'Well he has to stay at the front of the shop, what do you expect me to do? close the shop?'
Me: 'Er, well NO but you could have at least told the poor man that non of your staff were going to help him get 5 things on his shopping list'
Twat: 'Well I'm busy'
Then i had to walk away because i could feel myself about to swear. Poor Joe was stood there on his poor old legs for 20 minutes whilst some dick at the front of the shop can't even be bothered to help him get his shopping, it took me two minutes to get a trolley and just get everything he needed. I called him a cab after and sent him on his way. He was so sweet. And now i just feel like writing a letter of complaint to that stupid cock in ALDI. Maybe i will. Maybe I'll just bomb aldi.
