Another day another dollar...

I thought I would share with you something amusing that happened to me today at work, if for no other reason than something rarely does!

Anyway, I was standing at the back of my shop (it's a camping and outdoors store called Blacks for those of you who don't know!) and despite my meandering hopes a customer happened to come in, rather old, little bit on the overweight side. "Can I help you with anything at all?", I say, putting on my best fake smile and overenthusiasm. "Oh no thats ok, we're from the United States, touring the whole of the UK"...thanks, I wasn't actually offering you transportation or a place to stay, just help if you needed a new jacket/tent or anything! "You see that Cornish Pasty shop down the road, son?" This is the Cornish Pasty shop that I regularly get my lunch from on a Sunday afternoon, "I have a factory in Michigan that makes those things, 20,000 a week we put out, doing very well thank you." I didn't actually ask him how well his factory was doing, and unless he read my mind and realised I hadn't had any breakfast, I'm pretty sure I didn't mention Cornish Pasty's too him either!

"So, do you sell guns?" this I try and laugh off, until I realise he is actually serious. The thought that is going round in my head is the image off that Michael Moore movie where he goes out and talks to the "Michigan Militia." I inform him that no we don't sell guns, and he is unlikely to find anywhere around York city centre that does, "oh...too bad that, anyway nice talking too you" unfortunately I didn't share the sentiment.