I called Primark security on a shopaholic
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hello and welcome to a short storey. This shopping trip would have been any shopaholics dream. It was a complete nightmare for me. The letter and I decided to go to pry Marks because she said, I need to buy a few bits and bobs. I said, OK, let's go. Big mistake. We decided to take the bus to pry Mark because it would be quicker drawing our lunch break from the minute we set foot in the door, she was off. She didn't even grab a basket. She went looking at clothes that she didn't want clothes that she had no intention of purchasing. And then gradually we moved on to close that she was going to buy. Except we can't find matching tops and bottoms. We spent ages 17 through piles of clothing, the king for matching tops and bottoms, which were the right sizes for her, then back to moving on to items she wasn't going to purchase. After 35 minutes, I became a bit irritable because I hate shopping and by sits where we're running out of time, we need to go polite B putting in little jabs here. In there she took no notice eventually. After I moaned and nights long enough, she decided to get to the checkout. We queued patiently And when it was all time because she is said to my friend, Did you get everything you wanted? I can't catch you. Welcome, Belikov. Oh, my goodness. Did you just say that? To which my friend replied, No, I didn't get everything I wanted. I have to come back without her pointing at Mae. By this time, the cashier could tell that I was irritated and I really wanted to leave. We pay for items were polite to her. As we became through the door, my friend turned around and said, Oh, my God, Look at that dress. I can't believe we missed it when we came in, to which I put my hand on my head and I wasn't sure whether I should scream or cry. However, the better ideas went to mind. As she went past a security desk running over to the stress. I screamed security. Hey, stop! But I jumped out of his little booth. Look left. Look right. I'm unaware that lady can you tell her that we need to leave by lunch? Time is running out. And I really need to come back to the office. So he walked up to her and he said, Excuse me, madam, I think you need to leave. Your friend is waiting. She was absolutely mortified. I regret nothing. She casually walked towards me and left the store and no words were said until we got to the bus stop. I seemed she really angry with me. No, she wasn't. She was shocked that I could do such a thing to her. We got nothing. We left the stall. We went back into the office and I was happy. Yes, I braked about calling security on her and I would do it again. I regret nothing.