Oh, those who expect stuff for free...
Only a small village food shop, but we had plenty of regular bludgers. The local church sent out an email about how it was 'use us or lose us' time, what with declining attendance, and we laughed hollowly at this note since we were in the same position. They decided to have a charity bonfire to raise funds. Of course, we got approached.
The Boss had gone on holiday that morning. I and our glamorous assistant were trying to run the place on a busy Friday morning (couldn't get the stuff on the shelves because of the customers). Of course, they wanted to see if we could do something for them. Our usual response was a fruit basket with a compliment slip, and I explained that I couldn't do anything right there and then, but I would be able to do a basket later on that day after getting the deliveries out. When did they need it?
"Well, now, really."
The do wasn't until the day after, so I pointed out the lines of people waiting to be served and the facts of the matter, and I ended up telling them that we'd have something ready for them that afternoon.
Did they come? No. Did they park outside the next day and not come in? Indeed they did. Had to get another customer who knew them to take it down there.
Then there was the thirteen-year-old girl who stood in the door when we were trying to close the shop down for the night.
"I'm doing a sponsored walk for charity," she said. We looked at her, looked at each other, and then shrugged. We waited. More information was not forthcoming. She left.
The newsagent, her next target, asked her which charity it was for. "I haven't decided yet." "On your way."
Rapscallion
Only a small village food shop, but we had plenty of regular bludgers. The local church sent out an email about how it was 'use us or lose us' time, what with declining attendance, and we laughed hollowly at this note since we were in the same position. They decided to have a charity bonfire to raise funds. Of course, we got approached.
The Boss had gone on holiday that morning. I and our glamorous assistant were trying to run the place on a busy Friday morning (couldn't get the stuff on the shelves because of the customers). Of course, they wanted to see if we could do something for them. Our usual response was a fruit basket with a compliment slip, and I explained that I couldn't do anything right there and then, but I would be able to do a basket later on that day after getting the deliveries out. When did they need it?
"Well, now, really."
The do wasn't until the day after, so I pointed out the lines of people waiting to be served and the facts of the matter, and I ended up telling them that we'd have something ready for them that afternoon.
Did they come? No. Did they park outside the next day and not come in? Indeed they did. Had to get another customer who knew them to take it down there.
Then there was the thirteen-year-old girl who stood in the door when we were trying to close the shop down for the night.
"I'm doing a sponsored walk for charity," she said. We looked at her, looked at each other, and then shrugged. We waited. More information was not forthcoming. She left.
The newsagent, her next target, asked her which charity it was for. "I haven't decided yet." "On your way."
Rapscallion
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