Giggle Chamber

Twenty five years ago I used to dander in and  be pounced upon like some clothes assistant on commission - "WHAT SORT OF JOB ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SIR"?

Yesterday, a middle aged man bearing no resemblance to that person took his daughter back to the same place. No-one talked. No-one noticed. Touch screens were touched and hey presto, like waiting at a supermarket deli counter a receipt curled out of a metal slit.

I longed to be shouted at.