Monday, 8 November 2010
Tales from behind the till - yes really!
OK, last one for a while, but I had to share this. It's Friday. My last day of looking after the shop, Cappuccino Gal had arrived with cookies and erm, cappuccino and we were doing the job - chatting, selling, oohing and ahhing over people's ideas and purchases and erm, drinking cappuccinos. A tall and rather untidy bloke came in...dressed in filthy jeans, muddy steel toe capped boots and a high-vis jacket that was so grubby it wasn't. Hig- vis that is - it was still a jacket! He threw himself into one of the chairs and chatted to us as if we'd known him all of our lives. Turned out he owned a recovery vehicle - picks up and tows damaged and broken cars - you know. He has the orange flashing light on top of his van thing - again, you know - it's the one that blinds you from the other side of the carriageway when all you wanna do is pass safely without appearing to gawp. Anyway - the orange lens had been broken and he needed to replace it. Different colour lights mean different things and different people on scene and of course, you aren't allowed to flash the wrong colour lights. After all, you don't want to be mistaken for a doctor if you're the tow guy - I'm guessing the two sets of skills aren't overly inter-change-able. First, he wanted orange acetate to glue inside his new, but clear lens. Julia and Cappuccino gal hunt around. Sorry, can't do that. He isn't going. Indeed, he isn't leaving the chair. He tells us of the vendetta that has resulted in this broken light problem, and how he's going to sort it out and save the police the trouble. Ohhhh Emmm Geee! Me and Cappuccino Gal have our fingers in our ears and are singing 'tra la la' so as not to hear. He suggest orange acrylic paint. Now we do have that, but surely, it's opaque? Cappuccino Gal suggests a visit to the garage (lovely, old fashioned place up the road, - with an attendant that wears a brown overall type place). He doesn't seem to hear. Instead he goes on impressing us with his plans to 'even the score'. Eventually, I cave in and tell him that there's nothing in the shop we can suggest will help - we wvewn considered three bottles of orange Alcohol Ink! Cappuccino gal sagely advises the garage again, indeed, suggests a coloured bulb inside the clear lens. Genius huh! Hmm. Totally ignores it. I think when he finally realises that we've lost the will to live and he isn't going to get a coffee, he leaves. He wasn't scarey or offensive, just out of the ordinary for the environment. The scarey bit came twenty minues later when he popped back in and waved an orange indicator bulb at us. Should've thought of that, he advised us. Thanks Cappucino Gal, for being there!