Why does Waitrose think I can’t be trusted with Chablis?
I was refused alcohol in Waitrose the other day. Not because of my age, nor because I don’t look my age. Nor, I hasten to add, because I was drunk. I was buying supper in Waitrose — two chickens, two bottles of chablis, some green beans — and when the woman on the till reached the wine she shook her head, folded her arms, and told me she could not serve me. At first I thought it was some silly joke. My children laughed along merrily. ‘Ooh, mum, she thinks you’re 17.’
But the children were the problem.
When you shop with small children they’re a nightmare because they’re asking for sweets and whining. When you shop with teenage daughters you often find bizarre cosmetics and false nails have appeared in your basket.
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