I thought this week that I would share with you some of the wonderful things that my lovely customers sometimes say.
This is brought on by one of my Finchley customers asking me to show her a polo shirt in extra-large.
I held the shirt up for the lady and then said:
“That’s the size I wear love”.
She looked me up and down and then said,
“It’s for my brother, he’s the same size as you in the shoulders only he doesn’t have a tummy”.
Smashing. None taken.
Of course this works both ways.
It reminded me of when cousin Darren used to work for me. He was young and inexperienced and he asked one of the punters
“When’s it due?”
At this point both me and Michael the Towels started to smirk.
“When’s what due?” she replied.
“The baby” Darren said as his realisation of the situation started to grow.
“What baby?” she replied. By this stage me and Mick were grinning.
Then Darren, still persevering, silently lifted a finger and pointed at the woman’s stomach.
Needless to say the lady wasn’t pregnant.
She really wasn’t amused. Me and Mick really were.
The moral of this story is never ask a woman if she is pregnant. Even if she is has a bump the size of a house and is buying baby clothes and nappies whilst wearing a t shirt that says: ‘I’m pregnant’.
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market Trader. The man on the street. Literally.
