JumbleDuck
Well-Known Member
+1, but the prize for me has to go to the South African? chap who was manning the Force 4 at Mercury one day a couple of years back when I went in for something (a wire brush IIRC) he apologised that they were out of stock then went out to his car and fetched and lent me his own one.
A few years back my toilet outlet hose collapsed on the way up the sound of Mull. The owner (I think) at the chandlers in Tobermory stayed open late to allow me to measure and buy what I needed, then lent me her own hacksaw when I found I couldn't get the old hose out in one piece. I have made a point of buying stuff there on every subsequent visit.
Not sure if people are born that way. Actually I fell like its an abuse, its not a one off. Its a plague that spreads like wildfire.
There is some horrible karmic force which impels grossly unsuitable people into customer-facing positions. We had a bookshop in Castle Douglas which might have been modelled on "Black Books". Every time you went in the owner would look up from his desk facing the door, scowl and give a loud sigh of annoyance. But then, when I moved here the biggest café in town closed for lunch from 12.30 till 2 every day.