If you've ever worked on Next men's wear, you should be familiar with the problem that is cellophane wrapped smart shirts. To prevent men from opening the neatly packaged shirts for sale to try them on for size, Next have a selection of shirts in various sizes already out of the bags, allowing men to take them to the changing rooms in order to find out how big their necks are without disrupting the niceness of each shiny shirt bag. HOWEVER. When your back is turned, these naughty male customers will take four different packaged shirts into the changing rooms, messily unwrap them all, take out the cardboard bits that keep the collar in place, leave this rubbish all over the floor, forget to repackage the unwanted shirts, and then have the cheek to come out and ask if you have this particular shirt in a deeper navy blue. There is nothing worse than staring at a pile of creased shirts, bits of cardboard, and torn cellophane, and knowing that your afternoon's fate has been decided.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
