An old gent came through the doors 5 min before closing tonight asking what roses we had in stock. Certainly Sir, just this way.
He was chasing a dark red one, I showed him what we had, to which he said, "I think I'll have one of those then". These are loose, bare rooted plants which we pull out of the soil as needed.
I pulled the one out he pointed to, to which he said "no, I don't want one now, I want it next week".
I'm normally quite polite with this sort of thing but at this time of the day, I'm not in the mood. I quite bluntly said to him, "well, you should have came in NEXT week then!"
As I'm digging the rose back into it's place, he then asked me if we had any jobs going?
And with the smell of beer emitted from him, I'm glad we didn't have a job for him!
Ahh, the joys of dealing with the general public!
