Unfiltered Story #125645

(I am working at a poetry event which has an outdoor market area for visitors; basically, a market in a field. The couple on the next stall come over, not twenty minutes after they even opened, with this:)

Vendor: “I can’t believe it, I’ve been f****** told off already by the organisers.”

Me: “Why? What did you do?”

Vendor: “I called a customer a c***.”

Me: “Wow. What did he do to earn that?”

Vendor: “Well, he was just messing up the displays, clearly wasn’t going to buy anything, and I didn’t sleep that well, plus I have a hangover.”

Me: “So did he buy anything?”

Vendor: “No!”

Me: “Then he wasn’t a customer, he was a browser. F*** him. C***.”