I've decided now the job I don't want to do when I finally grow up is the person who warns you at the end of the travelator in Tesco. Having to say 'please prepare to push the trolley off the end of the conveyor' in a dull monotone every time someone approaches the end has to be the worst way of earning minimum wage ever.
Now, I'd do it if I could ad lib. Picture the scene: heavily pregnant lady behind a trolley approaching the end of the belt 'now get ready to bear down and puuuuushhh the trolley off the conveyor. You'll be pushing soon enough love, best get some practice in'.
Or:-
Middle aged balding chap strolling nonchalantly up the belt, rucksack over one shoulder, 'ah yes, lovely handbag. Not really your colour though. Puce would match your face nicely'
It's a vast improvement and takes the tedium out of the job, I'm sure you agree.
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