Oxfam Friday - "I thought this was the music shop?"

Another Friday morning at the shop, but this time on the bottom deck as June was in Linconshire, visiting.

Georgina was upstair playing a 1980's hits collection (she has a thing for Rick Astley). Most of it was trash, but there was the odd gem:

Weird hearing it IN German.

You do get the odd customer as well, and today was no exception. A chap came in, confused somewhat, and asked for "Dave or Ryan". Dave's our music expert, and Mark seemed to know who Ryan was, but this chap was after a guitar strap as his had broke the previous night at a gig. We couldn't help him, but "There's always the  the music shop next door (Allegro Music)". "I thought this was the music shop!!", he said. "No, mate. This is a book shop. It's the books on the walls that give it away", and he departed, perplexed. Seriously.

Being downstairs amongst the hoi polloi, I got to witness the low intensity conflict between Michelle and John "I don't look for trouble, it finds me" McCarthy. They were arguing over shelf space again when Mark waded in and sided, as much as he could, with John. After it had died down, John remarked to Michelle, "Look, there's a bit of space on this shelf.", to which I warned him that if he didn't watch himself he'd end up going through the front window, "lying sprawled on the pavement outside surrounded by broken glass and copies of Ulysses!"