So this morning, a surly-looking bloke comes up to the till. He’s wearing a face like thunder, and pulls out a £10 note to pay for a pencil. He pays, takes his pencil, and leaves. A few moments later, he returns, with a car park ticket in hand.
He’s trying an old trick. He’s gone across the road to get cash out to come back and buy stuff. He’s a customer of the store so therefore he shouldn’t have a ticket. Oh, and he won’t let me get a word in edge-ways.
Well too bad – not only are you factually incorrect about your claims of car park terms and use, your sour attitude ruled out any chance of me being sympathetic to your position. Enjoy your fine, asshole!