Ok, I know I may not be the tidiest person in the world, and there are days when I make very little effort to look the biz. But if I’m only going over the road to the supermarket for a pint of milk – is it really necessary?
Does it really make me look like a criminal master mind if I’m wearing my gardening jeans? Is it an affront to polite society if I’m not wearing my catwalk best?
Well the security guard in our local Waitrose seems to think I look a bit dodgy. And it’s beginning to get on my wick!
You see I don’t do my weekly big shop in Waitrose, it’s too pricey and frankly the selection isn’t up to much, as it’s quite a small store. But it does sell lovely bread and rather good ice cream. So we do sometimes pop over, it is in fact our corner shop so to speak. So we are reasonably regular customers.
But! The security guard, you know the type, will insist on following me round, peering into my basket, checking where I am and what I’m looking at. He follows me to the till and then to the door as though he is escorting from the premises.
Now if I was a tea leaf, with a record, or a wanted poster with my name on it then ok! If I behaved in a suspicious manner, and having working in a shop I do know how shop lifters behave, then ok!
But I don’t! I have never stolen anything in my life! I have no criminal record! I don’t steal things from your store! I am respectable married woman, with a family. I pop in, buy a few odd items, pay for them and leave.
I don’t think I deserve to be followed and looked down on by your staff! I don’t think his assumption about me if fair!
I’m tempted at times to confront him, ask him exactly why he is following me, make a point of telling all and sundry what a creep he is, but I don’t like to make a fuss, and anyway they might not let me go back and buy yummy ice cream.
So a word to the wise – you have to fit a very specific stereo type to be allowed in Waitrose, You have to tick all the boxes for them to trust you. And you must never look like a slightly scruffy mum on the run!
The funniest bit of course is that I have seen very respectable old ladies, who he has ignored to follow me, hide things in their shopping trolleys and not pay for them and all whilst he’s too busy watching me try and make a decision about scones or doughnuts!
This post was NOT sponsored by Waitrose, or written with their collaboration. But thought I should make the usual declaration just so I don’t upset anyone!