Back off, Boots

It's not the first time it's happened but today was worse than ever. And while I couldn't turn around and tell him where to go, I'm blogging about it instead. 

Popped into Boots today on Tottenham Court Road in London and as soon as I walked in the store the security guard started to follow me.  I walked over to the aisle where all I wanted to do was price a posh face wash before going to SuperDrug to see if it was cheaper there (it usually is). He followed me, he stood and he watched me as I checked out the price.

"Look!" I wanted to say to him, but obviously didn't. "I'm not a shoplifter, mate! I've never stolen anything in my life before, ever! Stop following me!" But I just kept quiet and walked out. 

Anyway SuperDrug were cheaper, just by 4p, but at least there was no officious stalker by the door.

Comments

Annie said…
I have a very keen sense of peripheral vision, and spot security people every time.

If they get TOO close, I confront them. I enjoy it, just to watch them squirm.

Worse still are the people who come up to you in B & Q to help the "little woman" as she picks her 15mm Pushfit plumbing fittings.

Fume!
6:16 PM
Fran Hill said…
You must look suspicious. Next time, don't wear the stripey jumper and the swag back and the stocking over your head. Just a thought.
6:38 PM
Glenda Young said…
I guess I'm in their demographic of what a shoplifter must look like - bit stressed, peri-menopausal, broke....
8:16 PM
Old Cheeser said…
He was probably bowled over by your sheer beauty, Nora pet...hence he couldn't stop stalking you.
10:32 AM
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