Shop assistant Stories

“Yes, it’s lovely, Sinéad, but you’re not getting it,” I said as my sister walked across the floor in Arnotts, dressed like a prostitute. “Fuck you, Anthony Harris,” she seethed, “this is all the fashion now.” “It is and my bollox,” I said, whilst wondering if it may have been. “What’s wrong with it?” “Well, I can see your arse for a start.” “And you’ve never seen a girl's arse in your life, I suppose? Do you want me to g...