The paranoia of Tesco’s ‘think 25’ policy
As a regular Tesco customer, I can proudly say that my experience with the supermarket has been generally positive. It offers value for money with its numerous ‘2 for 1'and ‘3 for 2'offers and its various half price options for selected products. Better still is the Tesco ClubCard, which can easily shave off hundreds of pounds of a family’s annual grocery bill. Tesco has capitalised on the concept of market competition and has expanded to become a major international corporation. In fact, it is now the second largest retailer on the globe, albeit a distant second to America’s formidable WalMart.
However, recently I encountered what I can only describe as a ‘bizarre'incident at the Tesco supermarket next to Old Kent Road in southeast London.
I am 22, soon to be 23-year-old editor and freelance writer who has recently left university to pursue a career in the British capital. I work night shifts, which means I can get away with growing the occasional beard (when I say beard I don’t mean Santa, rather more along the lines of David Beckham). On one afternoon on an unusually warm April day, I noticed I needed to buy new spoons (my old ones were beginning to get a little rusty, not helped by the fact that the humidity in our kitchen is quite high).
So I decided that I would need to pop into my local Tesco supermarket (which is luckily only a 3 minute walk from my house. I had just changed into a new pair of jeans and thus I didn’t think to put my wallet in my pocket. All I brought with me was a few pound coins to cover the cost of the new spoons, as well as a pint of milk that I needed. When I attempted to purchase the spoons, the cashier informed me that I would require ID. This is because spoons are classified as tpotential weapons, because of their link to knives. I informed the cashier that I was not in possession of ID but that I was intending to use the spoons for my kitchen. Unfortunately, because of the policy of not serving such items to individuals who look ‘under 25’, I had to take the spoons back and return with my ID so that I could re-purchase them. Needless to say, the whole event was somewhat bizarre! Perhaps next time I’ll have to do a DNA test to buy headache pills.
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