I just had a guy
came in to the shop wanting a kilt and he stank of BO and shit. Absolutely humming and his clothes were covered in christ knows what.

Anyway I went to take a waist measurement, he didn't know what size he was, turns out he was 63 inch waist. Having to say somebody "my measuring tape only goes up to 59 inches...hang on a second so I can sellotape two together" is mightily embarrassing.

I told him I didn't have anything large enough for him to try on but if we could wait a few days I could get something shipped over from another branch and he went fucking mental. Seriously off his tits. Apparently we should cater for people of his size and have a range of try on garments for folk like him. What a bell end. Plus he had some brat in tow who threw a McFlurry all over a £700 tweed suit and he just stood there and watched her before telling the rest of the customers in the shop "This place is shit" Surprised the fat cunt didn't go and lick it off.


Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh, sorry but I'm fucking raging.
(Holy Cremola Foam Batman will be back on, Sat 27 Sep 2008, 11:53, Reply)