Back in my salad days of retail, there was a convenience store across the road from our place, and in that place worked Smiler, as we knew her. She was always smiling and friendly. Upon one day, she came to our place and related to us the tale I'm about to inflict upon you.
A woman came into their place and peered intently at the cigarettes on display. "Can I have a pack of brand X?" she asked.
Smiler's colleague's hand moved to intercept the object of her desire.
"Not that one!" cried the customer, and the hand paused. "Can you take them all out of the rack for me, please?"
"What for?" asked the colleague with some justification. "They're all from the same delivery and I only just re-stocked that type. There are no special offers or better dates on them."
"I want one without the warning label on."
"The warning label? It's got to be on there by law."
"But it upsets me!"
Rapscallion
A woman came into their place and peered intently at the cigarettes on display. "Can I have a pack of brand X?" she asked.
Smiler's colleague's hand moved to intercept the object of her desire.
"Not that one!" cried the customer, and the hand paused. "Can you take them all out of the rack for me, please?"
"What for?" asked the colleague with some justification. "They're all from the same delivery and I only just re-stocked that type. There are no special offers or better dates on them."
"I want one without the warning label on."
"The warning label? It's got to be on there by law."
"But it upsets me!"
Rapscallion
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