I'm temporarily deaf due to a cold/ear infection/ebola/plague thingy that makes everything sound like it's being played underwater. You know this, because I told you that I couldn't hear you, and that I needed to see your face to follow what you were saying. You apologised profusely, and the conversation continued roughly as followed.
Lady: 'I don't think we stock those so'...bends to have a look under the counter then straightens up.... 'in specially.'
Me: 'I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.'
Lady: 'It's okay, i'll just go and' ...walks off to, I assume, speak to a colleague, then comes back and starts hunting in another cabinet, still talking.
Lady: 'Okay, it looks like I have them in' ...checks something in drawer... 'so which do you think you need?'
And to add insult to injury you then tried to sell me a wrist splint that was two sizes too small and didn't do up over my arm, because 'it's meant to be tight.' I quite like having feeling in my fingers, thanks.
Fuck you muchly
The temporarily deaf chick with the injured wrist