Thursday, October 12, 2006

I'm seventy eight years old

I have had a spate of customers recently who have really gone to town slagging off the shop I work in. Yesterday, I had a really sweary woman go on and on about what a shit shop it was. She said "This is mindfuck! Can you believe this shit! This is a fucking awful shop. I hate coming here. Fucking awful.. etc. etc." She wasn't angry. I smiled and said "Yes...yes..yes". Eventually she left, quite pleased with herself, I think. I smiled inwardly and turned to my next customer. "Gosh!" I said to my next customer, who had heard everything. She smiled and said "It's my birthday today. I'm seventy eight years old".

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