A guy came into the shop today and showed me an article in the newspaper about a 22 year old who was killed in a motorcycle accident. "Have you seen this? That was my best friend." I looked at him and he had tears in his eyes as he was talking. I spoke to him for a couple of minutes, it was obvious he wanted to talk to someone, but then it got busy and I had to serve people and he left. It was pretty strange. I never know what to say in those types of situations, I've never really experienced grief. I've lost people, but never really felt grief over it.
Then later Mary came in. "Mary the ass-spanker" to those who know about her. >_< She'd won £10 on a lottery ticket and when I gave her the money she handed me a pound. I asked her what it was for and she said, "It's your share." I said, "What!? I can't take this. Don't be silly." And she said, "You
are!" I don't really like to argue. She may be in her 80s but I get the feeling she could knock me clean out if she wanted.
O_o