Cashier of Lethe

Once thou hast battled your way through the crowds of hell through the aisles of doom, thou must contend with the cash register of forgetfullness...

Womanfully struggled round Sainsbury's and rocked up at the fag counter on the way out to buy a Radio Times. Chap in front of me bought a couple of things and a scratch card. After he'd gone, the cashier noticed that he'd left the card on the counter, so we kind of tch'ed and he put it to one side. Paid for my magazine, declined the offer of a bag, carefully put away my 5p change and went home. FORGOT TO PICK UP THE F'ING MAG.

Convinced now the said cashier has a spell of forgetfullness on his till, and he's gradually amassing a fortune in wrongfully obtained cigarette papers and chewing gum under the counter.