**** off you ****s.
I got asked for ID on Wednesday for the first time in months. Got asked again on Friday.
I was fuming, thoughts running through my mind of smashing her head through the scratch card cabinet, stamping on her face and smashing eggs in her hair. I then noticed in my rage there was a box of reduced price eggs on the side so I picked them up, mouth shaped in a wicked grin, foaming like a rabid beast, I was shaking violently with my huge adrenaline rush I'd built up, fists clenched tight. I remembered I had a pen knife in my pocket, so I slipped my hand into my pocket and showed her my driving licence.