A truck driver insisted on speaking to ‘the manager’ today. He was 18 stone in weight, covered in tattoos and incredibly aggressive, and refused to leave until seeing me. I nervously came out into the shop, making sure we were standing in the right spot so that everything could be seen on the security cameras, and asked him how I could help.
He shook my hand with his and said “I just want to thank you for not playing Christmas shit in your garage this year. If I had to hear Mariah Carey again I think I might have killed myself.”
Tonight I told Philippa about it and we had a giggle and a cuddle, and she almost ended in tears. I’m used to her irrational emotions, so I just said nothing and let her compose herself, and she sniffed and said “We’ve been together four years now and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happier.”
Blimey.
RC 19-12-14
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