So, after work today I went to the local waste site to get rid of a load of rubble from a garden project. Sensibly for this, I wore shoes as I would be concentrating on rubble disposal and not where I was putting my feet. So far so good.
On my way home I stopped at the local supermarket (tesco's in this case), and left my shoes in the car. About three minutes into my experience, I'm stopped by a worker and told I need to put shoes on. I ask why and I'm told "we don't want you to step on something and then complain"
I reply "that's OK, I won't complain and I'll look where I'm going" and wend my merry way to the onion aisle. Three onions later I'm accosted by a rather overweight and unhealthy looking security guard who insists that I must wear shoes as "it's policy - health and safety"
Me - Who's health and safety?
Him - ours, if you get your feet run over you'll complain
Me - no I won't, I'll look where I'm going
Him - go and get some shoes now, or leave
I passed him my basket, told him to wait there.
On return, I pointed out the number of women wearing open toed sandals and flip flops and asked how they would protect feet from being run over.
Him - sandals are allowed, you have to wear shoes, safety
Me - you're not getting this are you?
him - it's health and safety rules
me - which rules? By the way, I'm a safety consultant.[which I am]
Him - it's hygiene
Me - so you think people clean their shoes before coming in here?
Him - It's the rules
Me - you and I know that you are talking absolute bollocks, and you're just a bully boy for the supermarket.
I didn't add "without two brain cells to rub together"
If I go into the other supermarket in town barefoot, I always end up having a nice chat with the cashier about it. Strange that.
On my way home I stopped at the local supermarket (tesco's in this case), and left my shoes in the car. About three minutes into my experience, I'm stopped by a worker and told I need to put shoes on. I ask why and I'm told "we don't want you to step on something and then complain"
I reply "that's OK, I won't complain and I'll look where I'm going" and wend my merry way to the onion aisle. Three onions later I'm accosted by a rather overweight and unhealthy looking security guard who insists that I must wear shoes as "it's policy - health and safety"
Me - Who's health and safety?
Him - ours, if you get your feet run over you'll complain
Me - no I won't, I'll look where I'm going
Him - go and get some shoes now, or leave
I passed him my basket, told him to wait there.
On return, I pointed out the number of women wearing open toed sandals and flip flops and asked how they would protect feet from being run over.
Him - sandals are allowed, you have to wear shoes, safety
Me - you're not getting this are you?
him - it's health and safety rules
me - which rules? By the way, I'm a safety consultant.[which I am]
Him - it's hygiene
Me - so you think people clean their shoes before coming in here?
Him - It's the rules
Me - you and I know that you are talking absolute bollocks, and you're just a bully boy for the supermarket.
I didn't add "without two brain cells to rub together"
If I go into the other supermarket in town barefoot, I always end up having a nice chat with the cashier about it. Strange that.