When queueing to pay for some milk at my local supermarket yesterday I noticed that the girl on the till was very chatty, making time to speak to everyone and generally seemed to be following what is no doubt company advice to engage with the customer.
As she started scanning through the items of the people in front of me, quiches, alcohol, fruit juice, mini sausage rolls, cocktail sausages, vol-au-vents, crisps, it dawned on her that the items were all party food,
"Ooh, you lucky people", said the girl on the till "A party !"
Silence from the customers
"I love parties, can I come along, what's the special occasion ?" She added
"My mother's wake" replied the woman customer.
I felt very sorry for the shop girl as the colour she went and the look on her face made me wonder if she too was shortly going to need a wake.