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I did see that. I don't really tweet any more but if I did I'd add some of my own favourite memories:

* The man who came in with a Big Brovaz album he wanted to get a refund on, only for me to open it and the case contained a cheap CD-RW with 'Big Brovaz' scrawled on it in marker pen.

* The major incentives we got for flogging store cards which offered a 20% discount on your first purchase, leading me to enthusiastically sell one to some bloke buying a Playstation for his son, only to realise after the entire application process had gone through that the discount didn't apply for consoles, but there was no way for us to cancel the application so he now had a credit card he didn't want and still had to pay full price for the console. To say he was furious would be an understatement.

And this, which I'm afraid does lean into some slightly negative stereotypes but all I can say is that it really did happen.

There was a traveller settlement that would pop up now and then quite near the centre where I worked. One day one of the women came in on an evening while it was quiet and I was alone on the shop floor. She asked me if we carried any CDs by the country singer Charley Pride.

Me: Yes, we actually have this 5-disc compilation of his greatest hits.

Her: What songs are on it?

Me: Well, it's 5 discs, so quite a lot. They're all listed on the back though...

Her: Oh I'm illiterate love. Could you read them to me?

Me: OK...

Disc One, Track One: Kissing an Angel in the Morning.

...

Her: Go on...

Me: Disc One, Track Two: Wrapping My Arms Around My Baby.
Disc One, Track Three: Is Anybody Goin' To San Antonio?
Disc One, Track Four: All I Have To Offer You Is Me

...

Her: ...

Me: ...

Disc One, Track Five: I Can't Believe That You've Stopped Loving Me...


*cut to about 20 minutes of tortuous country song titles later*

Disc 5, Track 23: Rollin' in Mississippi

And that's the last one. Would you like me to ring it through?

Her: Oh, not today love, but maybe I'll come back for it later.

Me: :DAF:



Cut to my next shift the following day when I explained this incident to my boss, only for him to sigh deeply and show me the security footage of her children stripping the shelves bare while I was reading 80+ ludicrous country music song titles to her. She did not return to buy the CD.
 
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I’d like to petition to have that moved from the file “lovely” to the file “homosexuals I’d like to strangle”
 
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