Right then - bloke comes into the shop mid 50's, to look for a new jacket. Pleasantries and smiles exchanged. After a bit of looking around I ask if he needs any help. He does, so I launch into my technical spiel. " Is that a faint Yorkshire accent?" he asks. "Aye, it is" I respond. He's just about to engage in conversation when he clocks my enamel LUFC pin badge. " You bloody Leeds?" he asks, fairly aggressively. " Aye, I am, is that a problem?" I laughingly reply. " Yes, it fucking is. I'm Huddersfield. I'm leaving. No sale" and offhe fucks. As he gets to the door he turns and glares at me. " Woof, woof!" I say as he turns and storms out leaving me almost crying with laughter. The store manager, a young Cumbrian lass, who witnessed the event, needed the details explaing to her. " What a weirdo" she says. I don't know if she was referring to the dog botherer or me......🙂
