... Eventful Day!
For one of my jobs I work in an antique shop. It's very nice. It's very genteel. So why is it that today - I had to physically remove a drunk from the premises? Well, one of the things you REALLY don't want in an antique shop is a drunk person!
This is how the conversation went:
Very Drunk Customer: Don't you think that all the police should have their fingerprints taken?
Me: I'm not sure I have an opinion on that.
VDC: They commit all the murders you know. Something should be done about it.
Me: We're an antique shop - I don't think we can really help with that.
VDC: Do you know Gordon Brown?
Me (slightly perplexed by change of subject): Well, I know he's the Prime Minister.
VDC: Yeah, he's no good either!
Me: I think it might be best if you leave, I need to close the shop now actually.
VDC: You will back me up on the thing about the police though won't you?
Me: Yes, I'm sure you're right. I really must close now, it's been so nice to meet you.
I open the door in a pointed fashion and fortunately VDC leaves.
Amused onlooking customer: I think you handled that very well. Very firm!
Me: Yes, I think I'll just sit down for a while now!
And as if that wasn't enough for one afternoon: a bit later a poor young man went over the handlebars of his bike just outside our door and narrowly missed being crunched by traffic. Luckily D, who owns the shop, and his brother had arrived by then. So they went out and scraped up the poor boy and his bike from the road and brought him into the shop to sit down and have a glass of water until he felt better.
After all that we REALLY needed to go and have a stiff drink.
And finally - according to the 'judge' of a competition I entered recently, my writing is 'dreadful'. So thanks for that constructive criticism, I'll just stop writing now then shall I?