Again about selling beer and wine and such like after 11:00pm which is illegal and can't be done as our tills don't allow us to scan them - so as soon as the tills clock gets to 23:00 thats it - no beer for you...
... Anywho.
Some french dudes come in at 23:15, or there abouts, and bring some wine to the desk despite me mentioning that it can't be sold to them when I saw them heading over to the wine section.
So, again, I tell him I can't sell it.
"You can't sell it?" He asks.
"No" I say.
Clearly this wasn't enough because he made no movement to leave and was still looking at me and that wine bottle was still there.
"I would like to buy this wine." He taps the wine bottle to make sure I know its this is what he wants.
"Look, I can't sell it to you" I say agan
"Why?" He may have said more but I can't remember it with 100% recal.
Thinking 'fair enough, he may not know the law, heck I didn't until first year at uni so no problem.' "Its past 11:00" I say, pointing to the clock behind me for greater effect. "As soon as its 11:00 we can't sell any alcohol, its
the law." I expected a question after this because it always asked.
"Ah yes I know" He said nodding "but I would like this wine. But I can't have it?"
"No you can't buy it anywhere else either" Is what I expected to say, however, he didn't ask the question I expected. In fact he knew of the law and was still here asking me. I check the shop to make sure there's no queue forming. Seeing there isn't I didn't much reason to hurry this along too much.
"No, you can't buy it."
"No?"
"No."
"No, no" He asks, repeating the second no stronger. Ah, maybe this is finalility.
"No.. No." I say. There, we have got to the point of two No's, he understands and all is good.
"But I still want this wine and I have the money."
He won't quit. He won't stop. I had a sudden feeling that for the next forty five minutes I was going to be talking to this guy about how much he wanted this cheap wine.
"I can't ring it through, sorry." I show him the till, I make a point of trying to put the wine through and show him the clear message off "ALCOHOLE SALES ARE FORBIDDEN AFTER 23:00".
"So I can't buy this wine?"
"No. No you can't buy this wine"
"No, no." He repeats the two no's again.
Yet still he stands before me, with money, wanting the wine.
Suddenly a friend of his brings over another bottle of the same wine... you can guess where this is going.
"Can I buy this wine?"
"No. Look you can't buy
any wine, or beer, or anything from the alcohol section. Its closed. I know it doesn't have any shutters or is covered up but its closed. The law says I can't sell it you, the till won't let me sell it you.. I'm on camera so I can't sneakily sell it to you.. I can't sell this wine, or any wine, to you." I'm not sure but I think I managed to say all this with an even voice as I was trying not to explode from WTFery.
"So, no no, I can't buy this wine.
"No, you can't. No, no... No!" I say in desperation.
You should of seen his face suddenly change. From a guy who's looking at you expectidly to sell this wine to sudden relisation.
"Oh!" He exclaims. "No, no,
no!"
"...Right. no, no ... No."
With that he says sorry, puts all the wine back and leaves.
So there's a lesson to anyone... To make a frenchman to understand no, it must be repeated three times. Maybe this is why the French are pretty well known for there unrelenting quest for Loooooove from the women.. because no women bothered to repeat No three times to them.
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