An Urgent Phone Call

Yesterday one of our regular customers came scurrying into the shop, face bright red and out of breath. He was sweating, and had clearly made his way in quite a hurry, marching straight up to the counter and motioning towards the manager.

The man in question visits the shop about once a day on average, usually coming in to spread about propaganda in Sony's favour - because "Sony understand the gamer, and aren't just out to get their money".

This time was different, he looked flustered and seemed to be in quite a panic. He said he desperately needed to use the phone, as he'd left is bag in his place of work and was worried someone may have picked it up. As this seemed to be a matter of great urgency, we allowed him to use the phone - after all, if his wallet and/or keys were there he could be in a serious pickle.

Alas, the conversation that followed seemed to suggest otherwise:

"Hello?...It's (NAME)...hiya, I think I've left my bag there...is it there?...it is?...aw that's brilliant...no, no, just a can of Red Bull and a Boost...no it's alright, if anyone wants them they can have them...okay, thanks for letting me know...bye!"

Tears of laughter were rolling down my face. This man, who is in his mid-thirties (or looks as though he should be), had pretty much convinced us that his life would end should he not have his bag. He had run to the shop, to use the phone.

All for a can of Red Bull and a fucking Boost, which he then offered up to everyone and anyone.

Brilliant.