"Don't contaminate it. We can sell dodo sick on eBay."

[chaletian]

Ah, I’m so very English. But grrrr. Let me recount a little story. The time: lunch time. The place: Oxfam, St John’s High Street. So there I was, bopping in to have a quick look at the books (yes, I’m broke, yes, I have far more books than I know what to do with…). So, is that clear? Shop, high street, lunch time. People popping in. People browsing. People wanting, presumably, to spend money there. So what’s the lunatic shop woman doing? Rearranging the books. Does she back off when people want to browse the books (I use ‘people’ deliberately: I was not the only one)? No, of course not. There she is, AT MY KNEES (because I damned well refused to move, on account of paying customer WISHING TO LOOK AT BOOKS), rearranging the bloody books! Did it not maybe, possibly, cross what passes for her mind that this was not the best time to be doing this? Did she not think, I know, I’ll rearrange these books when there are fewer people around or maybe, just to be crazy radical, when the shop is closed? Did she not even consider temporarily halting her activities when one woman in a red coat and bunches* resolutely stood looking at the books and did not budge?

No. She went right ahead. Rearranging books. By my knees.

Did I not maybe consider pointing all this out to her, in a reasonable and sensible manner?

No. Of course not. I got fed up and left, and have come to have a passive-aggressive chunter on LJ.



* Yes, yes, I know. I need to start wearing my hair in a slightly more professional manner. *lesigh* My mother would have words to say if I told her. She’s very hot on presenting oneself in a professional manner. Fair enough, though, I spose. Although she has to present herself in a professional manner to make people overlook the fact that she’s a midget.

Comments

[ruth-b123.livejournal.com]

*sigh* The joy of charity shop volunteers! The eaxact same thing happened to me at Oxfam, Cowley Road 'tother day.

[allygatorkin.livejournal.com]

I had that happen in the paperchase in town on Saturday. Me browsing cards, woman standing practically infront of cards rearranging them. Me browsing pen and pencils, up bops the same woman. I think she was following me...

All this and the fact one person was serving (there are two tills) and the queue was mahoosive. But no neat rows of pencil sharpeners are more important and probably wasn't her job to serve customers, but infact to get in their way.

[b-liz.livejournal.com]

That was a fab line from primeval!

*pokes the silly woman*