It was a he, but that's neither here nor there. It was in Cost cutter, Coventry rd, Yardley, Birmingham to be exact. When I was, eventually served, the cashier lassie said it happens all the time. c***s no trusting them after they've checked the tickets in the machine.
Funny thing is, during my time down there. Some lucky bar steward won the millionaire raffle, from a ticket purchased at that very shop.
I really do hope to buggery it wasn't that auld w****r. I'll never ken though, ken?
ETA my exchange wi the cantankerous, untrusting, auld boy was a month, or so, before the windfall.