Inside out.....

At work, I'm kept as far away from the general public as possible, just in case I get involved in any strange conversations. But occasionally, I slip the restraints and shimmy onto the shop floor....

Me, today, espying a customer: "May I help you, madam?"

Customer (with a faintly antipodean accent): "Yeah...I'd like to send a gift to my two sisters, but I'm posting it abroad, so it can't be liquid. Any suggestions?"

Me: "Loads. Where are your sisters?"

Customer: "Imprisoned in Australia."

Me: (trained not to be surprised by anything): "Oh my GOD! Nooooooo! Oh MY GOD! Both of them? Oh my GOD!! For how long?"

Customer: "Life. My father too actually." She leaned forward slightly. "I should have been as well, but I escaped, ha ha!"

Me: (backing away in case she was genetically programmed to turn violent) "Blimey. Have you thought about sending a file in a cake?" (Cue manic laughter from me, and nervous laughter from her.)

Customer: "A what? I was thinking more along the lines of a decent mascara or eyeliner, that sort of thing..."

Me: "Are they're allowed anything that's, you know....pointy, inside?"

Customer: "Inside? Inside what?"

Me (deciding that not only was she on the run, she was also barking): "Prison."

Customer (looking mystified): "Prison?"

Me: "Prison!"

Customer: "Prison??"

The conversation continued in similar fashion for a few moments more....until we eventually established that when she'd mentioned imprisonment, she was referring to the current covid rules in Australia, which make inter-state travel rather tricky.



I won't be allowed out of the dispensary again for weeks now.....