This week’s star customers were the three teenagers I caught drawing with red pen on the poster cases. I was “somewhat peeved”. Does being nice to people when they first arrive count for nothing?!!
“Hey stop that! Someone’s going to have to clean that up,” I yelled.(not to mention that I have to report it… in triplicate.)
“Oh sorry Miss” said the girl with the pen. And then she made it all worse by coming up to me with an incredibly cheeky grin on her face and saying, “I’m very, very sorry. I couldn’t help it. It’s been a stressful day.”
I was confounded by this.
“Um Fair enough!” I muttered. But the grin sent a bright red bullet of fury into my brain.
As she turned to go, I called out “Hey” and as she turned back to face me, I lifted up my mobile and clicked it at her.
By then I realized I’d done something rash. There were three of them and one was a very large lad. So I took myself off and locked myself in the office till the train came and took them away. As I closed the door behind me, I heard her friend say,
“Did she just take your picture?” so they knew what I’d done. Result! (pumps fist in air)
(I didn’t actually manage to take a picture – I’m a complete Klutz in these matters)
They haven’t been back.
But honestly. Since when has graffiting been a cure for stress. What happened to a good book, a nice cup of tea or a lie down?!!!!
Station Stories – where we ask all the hard existential questions.