Custom­er Service

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My cous­in is work­ing tempor­ar­ily in Craw­ley, a town which exists solely for servi­cing Gatwick Airport, and every day he is confron­ted with a new bizarre sight outside the train station. The best one this week was two dwarves slap­ping each other. He popped into Sainsbury’s and bought a jack­et potato and pack of Garibaldis (those biscuits with rais­ins in which look like squashed flies) for lunch. The man at the counter asked him “Are you going to have a BBQ today then, sir” perfectly seri­ously. He thinks Craw­ley might be direc­ted by David Lynch. I like the idea of a biscuit bbq.

Also I got a lovely kelly green (my favour­ite colour) blouse with white polka dots and white piped trim from a char­ity shop. It was a Topshop one, from the days when Topshop used to actu­ally be good qual­ity, and cost £3. When I got it to the till, the woman insisted on char­ging me £1, as “I don’t feel right char­ging you so much for such an ugly blouse”. Back­han­ded compli­ment much, love? When I came out of the shop I burst out laugh­ing.

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