Conscious of the fact that I had no beer in (I know), I popped into Morrisons on the way home tonight to rectify what was undoubtedly a crisis situation.
I quickly grabbed some (pint) cans, headed to the self-service tills and put my purchases through. However, given that I was buying alcohol, I had to wait for the man to come along to confirm I was a fully grown adult.
But get this.
He took one look at me, smirked and announced in a loud voice: "Ah, you've got loads of grey hair - no problem there!"
How dare he, a young whipper snapper, talk to me in such a way?!
He couldn't have been a day over 37.
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