So I’ve stopped off at the local Woollies on my way home this arvo to collect some vitals and also some nurofen for our feverish small girl and I’m going through the check out when I look up to see idiot-boy on the checkout again today.
I curse the fact that of the two available check-outs, I pick Stupidy Mc Stupid’s check out.
“Hi” I say as he starts swiping my goods through the machine.
“Whoareyagoingfor” he mumbles.
“Pardon?” I say.
“State of Origin – cockroaches or cane toads” he says.
“Oh – I don’t follow the football” I say and hope he leaves it at that. I *really* dislike rugby league and the “charming” men who play the game.
“Why not” he says.
“Well – lets just say that I really dislike the sport in general … but you enjoy it”.
Not good enough for Stupidy Mc Stupid. He still wasn’t picking up the fact that Rugby League is something that I Don’t Like. So he says “Whynot?”
So I told him: “I really dislike the sport because a) I find it the most boring sport invented and b) find the off field behaviour of the players truly appalling and their general disrespect for women is not something I could ever support.”
Well – apparently “Shewazaskingforit” (I believe he was referring to the poor young woman who was in all probability gang raped by a team of professional footballers a few years ago … apparently unproven, but when 19-yo girl agrees to sex with one player an it is then interpreted as an invitation for a team of players to join in seems like a fairly clear moral and ethical distinction to me, even if mature men can’t see the difference).
but I digress…
The fucking stupidy bloody stupidy mc stupid checkout bloke basically stood there, scanning my groceries and telling me that “the chick was asking for it” and went on to tell me that he’d done a “forensics” course at *high school* so he “knew” that the girl hadn’t been raped because they use *swabs* to magically tell if semen is from consensual sex or rape … or some crazy mixed up shite suggesting that he could somehow prove that the girl was “just a slut”.
Shoulda slapped the bugger and told him he was “askingforit”.
….and am thinking of doing an old-lady-style “I’ve got a good mind to write a letter about that” complaint to the local Woolies.