Have you noticed how many shops now offer you ‘extras’ when you take your goods to the till?
For example, today I went into WH Smiths for the Beano, March’s edition of Razzle, the Chronicle of the 20th Century and a copy of the latest Janet & John adventure. I piled my purchases on the checkout counter, the lady takes my money and what does she ask? “Do you want a Creme Egg?”
No, I don’t want a sodding creme egg. If I’d wanted a creme egg I would have picked one up. Now fuck off bugging me and stop trying to sell me stuff I don’t want. Presumptuous twat.