The Great Escape...

So, I've been back from my jollies for a couple of weeks now and in the last few days, I have detected an unusual odour coming from a cardboard box behind the counter.

Today, I finally grabbed a moment to open the box for further investigation...

It seems that while I was away, it was business as usual with the Melange of Nut Jobs bringing in love tokens, latin classes and batteries.

The smell, turned out to be one of Magic Padlock man's famous cloths, in which he had lovingly wrapped half an old necklace, some loose tobacco, a half eaten pasty and then possibly dipped it rancid milk, before putting it in a carrier bag and bringing it the shop for me.  Scared to open it, the staff put it in the box and closed the lid.

 - Latinus Twatius, was deeply troubled that I had fled the country and initially said that he would delay my Latin instruction till I got back.  However, in a twitchy 'Cat on the Hot Tin Roof' - obsessive kind of way, he couldnt stay away from the shop and insisted on testing all the shop staff on their verbs, while I was gone. 

He left reams and reams of paper with carefully written latin on, and the translations on the back. The staff were instructed to tell me that I was to study them and he would test me, the week I got back - Oh Feckin Joy!!!!

- In the bottom of the box, Batteries Woman had left 11 brand new batteries, which, as usual, she had stuck a label on, which stated the date she bought them and the hair colour of the person who sold them to her...

She had written 7/10/11 - Bald

Dad must have been working that day!

There was also a stray bag of Wild Bird Sunflower Hearts, which Snotty Pram Woman, had brought back for a refund.  She complained that they tasted differently to the ones she bought the week before.  The staff had pointed out that they are not for human consumption, thats why they are clearly labelled as such...she still wanted a refund...

Magic Padlock Man had obviously been robbing from the Methodist church down the road again, as there were three hymn books, an empty plastic cup and bits of broken ginger snap biscuits...Must have been a great coffee morning.

A note from the staff was stuck to the top of the box, stating that Helicopter Man wished to see me about fitting a communications mast near the tower at the local airport.  Pretty interesting, considering we are a gardening shop!!!!  No doubt, I'll hear all about that when Captain Cock comes through the door later this week.

The only thing right at the bottom, was a piece of paper, with my dads hand writingon it. Apparently he has been accused of lying to a customer, who didnt believe him, when he told him that the hoover bags for his hoover were not longer available. The customer had continued to argue for 20 mins after my dad had told him that that  hoover model was made obselete in 1982. 

My dad had written the manufacturers number on the piece of paper and obviously called them for the customer to confirm that it was true.  They had confirmed that and the customer had continued to rant...

...under the telephone number, my dad has written OBSELETE 1982

at the bottom of the page he wrote - PRAT!