'WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE BELOW'

If you think we are going back in time you would be correct. Bear with me as this mini ‘Back to the Future’ section is relevant to what comes next.

A few days after joining Kwiksave I noticed another Stock Lad who Mort had failed to mention.

Relaying information was not a skill Mort excelled at but nevertheless, I was delighted to find I was not the only dimwit to be working as shelf filler.

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I tried in earnest to converse to Dave Banks who I discovered from Carrot was a part-time worker and who was completing his sixth form education at a local very respected Grammar school.

Banks didn’t want to even acknowledge my existence, never mind chat. Grammar lads were up their own arses to the extreme.

Within a couple of months, he was gone, without any explanation or reason.

Kwiksave appeared to be financially buoyant in this particular year. As well as employing an insane Welsh cleaner and crew we were informed that THREE full-time stock lads were now insufficient to keep the store topped up with cans of beans and that a part-time slave would be joining us.

Not only that, it was the younger brother of that conceited twat, Dave Banks who appeared to be following the footsteps of his elder sibling.

In no time at all Ian Banks joined the ranks, quickly figured out Martin was top dog, and duly became his new sycophant.

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...'not the real Ian Banks, he was someone you wanted to hit'...

As much as I liked Martin, I could not abide this ‘fresh from Grammar school’ jumped up little shit.

Martin did not appear to notice the over-attention he was receiving from Banks, or if he did, did not care.

It seemed 'young Banks' liked to create as much hassle as possible for the likes of myself and Welder, whispering into Martin's ear much like a mischievous imp would to his semi-accommodating master.

I say this as Martin would go along with his irritating 'plans' sometimes while trying to appear autonomous.

I figured that this young Banks had been primed by Elder brother Dave, who would remember me, and had no particular reason to show me any dislike besides the unwarranted conceit he showed.

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Overalls would go missing, cheese snacks and crisps in the canteen vanished, stock knives that were there one minute would be gone the next.

It was never anything serious, just general annoyances and I was quite convinced our new part-timer was the culprit.

After several weeks of tolerating Banks, myself and Welder strategized a revenge plan, which worked out rather better than expected.

The back shop contained a huge ‘cage’ that was full of cardboard, broken up and flattened.

Every so often one of us would need to climb in the cage to jump on the boxes, thus creating even more space by flattening them some more.

One day we waited for Banks to enter the cage, to do his jumping. He was well inside the cage at this point, back turned, and was not expecting a pallet to be placed on his head.

I distinctly remember hearing a crack as it hit him and a yell of surprise. It probably didn't hurt but the confused look in his eyes told us everything.

We had beforehand prepared some handy jam pots and cracked eggs that were stacked in the damages section.

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Using the ammunition, we freely reined these down on his head and body through the side slits of the cage in delight, while he helplessly howled his frustration at us in the form of every expletive known to man.

The horde of food relentlessly continued until we had exhausted our eggy and jammy weapons arsenal.

The whole escapade was over within minutes. We didn't want to get caught or even have Martin witness the event.

Martin, fortunately, appeared to be occupied during this time, and Dire no doubt had his feet up in the office and would have been ogling one of the checkout operators.

Banks managed to free himself from the cage after we left him stinking and sticky in a tangled mess.

He was almost crying when he left the back shop, headed for the derelict toilets to clean himself up and look semi-presentable

The looks we received while passing us were deadly and he was muttering words of revenge.

While the jubilance of victory was still upon us, we deliberated on the justice that could well be incoming shortly.

Nobody said a word, and if Martin or Dire noticed the horrible stench coming from his overall that day they cared not to notice. It was simply as if nothing had happened.

If there was one thing I can commend him for is that he didn’t snitch.

Banks left shortly after his 'cage incident' giving no reason, his usually bouncy attitude miraculously gone.

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...'the cage was similar to this but around 7 feet tall. One had to climb the outside, and then jump in crushing all the crap beneath your feet'...

Like nearly everyone who escaped Kwiksave, we never heard or saw him again.

Martin’s tenure was also due to end; I think he had simply had enough of the travelling combined with that pittance of pay. I was sad to see him go and we were now down to two stock lads again.

From THREE full time, and ONE part-time Stock Lads we were once again down to the bare minimum. Dire did not seem to want to replace Martin or find a part-time replacement for Banks.

Without the exuberant Martin, I started to get depressed. Conversation with Welder was all good and well, but topics beyond Neanderthal level were pushing it.

Within weeks a new checkout girl would arrive and get the attention of @slobberchops. Love was in the air.

Cover Picture is a combination of free sources from here and here, combined and edited with Luminar 4. Any unsourced images are my own.

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