Don't tell Simon, but I decided to blog from the shop. I suppose I should be working but what the hey. I figured if I did it then Simon wouldn't feel so bad about doing it himself. Then he'd stop telling me what he's going to do and just do it.
In other news - if news it is - WHSmiths have been sending us customers. Bless, aren't they lovely? Well, no. I don't think they've actually sent us one book-related customer yet, but they are trying. Queries about photo-copying, internet access, international phonecalls and money transfers still come top of the list, but the customer who asked for 'Noise making snickers' really confused the hell out of me.
"Sorry?" I said
"Noise making snickers," he repeated as if I was mad.
"No, I don't think...."
"You have to have them up by law...." (By now most of you will have worked out what he wanted, but I was still very much in the dark)
"Have you tried Smiths?"
"They sent me here."
"I don't really know..."
"Noise making irons?" this said with a certain incredulity.
"Oh..."(sound of penny slipping from fingers) "You mean.... (Whistling noise of falling penny) "No Smoking Stickers!?!" (Clatter, rattle, clunk the penny has dropped, and from the sound of it, it was a very heavy penny)
It passed a happy five minutes.