This week’s story comes direct from Geoff who sells the glasses on Finchley.
All punters are a pain but some have elevated it to an art form.
Geoff was working St Albans this week when he was approached by this snooty old lady, the type that just mess you about for hours and never spend any money but still think that they are better than you because they’ve got a posh postcode.
‘You’re not normally here’ she said to Geoff in an accusatory manner.
Now Geoff is a big friendly mild-mannered gentleman with a big white beard, like Santa, and like Santa, he is hard to miss.
“I’ve been here for the last twenty years my darling” he informed the lady.
“Well I’ve never seen you” she replied indignantly.
“Perhaps you need glasses my love”. Said Geoff.
I fairness the lady did laugh and then said:
“Anyway I wouldn’t buy from you,” said the Lady “because I don’t live around here anymore, I’ve moved”.
“Where to?” enquired Geoff.
“Kidderminster,” said the Lady and went to walk off.
As she got a few yards away from the stall Geoff said,
“Where was it you said you had moved to?”
“Kidderminster” reiterated the Lady.
“I know Kidderminster,” said Geoff “It’s a right s**thole.
No offence Kidderminster, Geoff’s never been but the woman did need taking down a peg or two. After all, she did make rather a spectacle of herself.
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market Trader, the man on the street, Literally.
