Don’t Patronise Me

Don’t Patronise Me

Don’t Patronise Me. To look at me you may put me somewhere in my mid 20’s. Or younger, if you dare. Don’t treat me like a kid because you think I look young. Treat me like I deserve to be treated. Recently, I was buying a set of garden shears in Argos and was asked for ID. Yup, identification please! I was unaware that you had to be over 18 to purchase such a weapon of garden destruction. Now to set the scene, I had my two year old running around me and I was clearly quoting from the Mommy Bible “Put that back”, “Don’t touch that”, “Give that back to the lady”, and “No, wait until we get home”. At which point I gave her my car keys to play with which allowed me one second to hand over my credit card to this Argos assistant who was staring at the console, back to me, to the console and back to me again. A whole minute passes and she says:

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