Chesterfield Man
Back when I was a fresh faced 16 year old I managed to get duped into joining a YTS. (£45 a week but the prospects when you complete your training are excellent yadda yadda). Despite being interested in admin work, I ended up working in a small independent photographic store. (I'm glad I did in the end as the boss was an utter legend who showed me many important things that were not included in the course training - like how to fuck about at work and get away with it. I once remember him addressing a little old lady who came in with a box brownie camera in a carrier bag asking if it was worth anything. This used to happen alot so when the old dear popped the carrier on the counter and asked 'I wondered if this was worth anything', Quint immediately said 'Sorry love, they're free if you walk upto Tesco' Predictable but fuckin pant wettingly hilarious if you're a 16 year old who's never dealt with the public. Quinton, if you ever read this, I owe you a lot!)

So, to the question in hand (eventually). Bear in mind the shop was laid out with numerous display cabinets filled with cameras, lenses, photographic paper etc. Basically, it looked like a camera shop cos that's what it was!

One Friday evening about ten to five and we're getting ready to close the shop. Some random bloke bursts through the doors with a pair of trousers over his arm, stops, looks around at all the equipment and says "Are you a tailors?". Awesome!

(Quint had his own name for this brand of customer, he called it Chesterfield Man, in reference to the caveman like stupidity and the unfortunate abundance of this type of customer in my home town.)
(jedi bastard, Wed 24 Mar 2010, 17:55, Reply)