While it's all very fun turning thirteen and being able to go into your local town centre without your mum, it's no fun at all when you're the retail worker and these new teens are your customers. They come in, they swarm around the neon and pink and rainbow youth stationary aisles. They pick up books they think they want to read and put them down again in stupid places. They peruse the CD aisle but never buy any CDs. They write rude words on the practise paper pads by the dreaded pen section. They shout too loudly, they spend too much time just wandering around the store, and they are incredibly rude when you offer them a one pound dairy milk bar when they FINALLY come up to the till to pay for one, ONE, measly banana gel pen.
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).
