(Archive tale - December 2003)
The interesting customer in question happens to be the manager of another shop. She came in and bought a few items, but then went to the Boss.
"Can you go next door and buy me a paper?" she asked.
She had a public falling-out with him a year or so back, mostly because she hadn't paid her bill for a while. This much we knew.
"Eh?" asked the Boss, as coherent as ever.
"An evening paper from next door," she repeated. "I don't go in there any more, and I can't be bothered going across the road for one."
Does she want us to read it for her as well?
Rapscallion
The interesting customer in question happens to be the manager of another shop. She came in and bought a few items, but then went to the Boss.
"Can you go next door and buy me a paper?" she asked.
She had a public falling-out with him a year or so back, mostly because she hadn't paid her bill for a while. This much we knew.
"Eh?" asked the Boss, as coherent as ever.
"An evening paper from next door," she repeated. "I don't go in there any more, and I can't be bothered going across the road for one."
Does she want us to read it for her as well?
Rapscallion
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