Yesterday a lady in her 60s walked into the shop at Keelby, stared around blankly then asked "Where do I put my coat?"
David on the counter was puzzled: "There isn't really anywhere!" She rolled her coat up and left it on top of the low wooden cupboards in the window. She walked around the shop, then asked "Where can I sit down?" "We don't have any seats here - are you OK?" "Yes," she said, "I've come to get my hair done." "Are you sure you've come to the right place? This is a newsagents shop. The hairdressers are next door!"
The lady apologised and walked out of the door - David had to call her back to give her her coat.