"Can We Interest You In...?"

Picture the scene: you walk into WH Smith in Scarborough just after opening time (around 9am), dressed for work. You pick up a newspaper and wander over to the counter to pay. At this point, the assistant looks at you and asks,

"Would you like to try something from our selection today, sir?"

"Why, yes!", you think. "After all, seeing as I skipped breakfast this morning, what I'd really like to fill that little hole is a 600 gram bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk, thank you." Or not.

Or, you wander into the Pumpkin Café at Scarborough railway station and ask for a small tea to go, only to be asked, "do you want any sandwiches or snacks with that?".

If I'd wanted a sandwich or snack with it, don't you think I'd have fucking asked for one?

Notice how it only happens in chains, nver in corner shops small businesses. It is the principal, though not the only, reason why I run away from Starbucks at great speed whnever anyone suggests going inside.

"Polite Notices"

You've seen them, haven't you?