Poor bagelgirl

I thought I'd blog briefly about two interesting characters I encountered today in Brent Cross Shopping Centre.

The first was a fussy and demanding old woman. I was queuing up to get a bagel (can't remember the name of it or the filling it had but I'm sure you don't particularly care about that) and so, through boredom (or nosiness), was listening to this woman's conversation with the bagelgirl (that is how the woman serving her shall be known) or should that be constant complaining at bagelgirl. The bagel was slightly too toasted, the piece of lettuce placed to the right of the bagel didn't look crispy enough and should be replaced with the piece of lettuce currently being pointed at by the old woman, there was one too many pieces of meat for old woman's liking, old woman could see the mayonnaise coming out at the side of the bagel which would mean she may get mayonnaise on herself while eating it (god forbid) and therefore it must be removed, the bagel wasn't as large as old woman had hoped but apparently she could live with that, old woman didn't want tomatoes and some tomato had touched her bagel which was a travesty but again, being such a forgiving person, she could live with that.................it went on..........and on............and on. We had finished our bagels before she had finished her moaning.

The second person was a young woman who, as far as I could tell, suffered from an extreme case of clumsiness and misfortune. In the ten or so minutes I was waiting for my sister to try on some clothes (that was apparently very speedy, lets just say I'm going to avoid clothes shopping with her in the future) this poor woman had managed to knock over numerous knickers and thongs from a multitude of different stands. She would go up to a stand and pick out a pair of knickers. This was followed by the remaining knickers proceeding to fall off the stand. She would then look around embarased before picking up the knickers and moving onto another stand. All the knickers would fall off it. This was accompanied by her comments of 'oh dear!', 'not again!', 'you are joking?!', 'what is wrong with me today?!' and my personal favourite 'f*cking thongs!' She finally decided enough was enough when she approached a stand, picked up a pair of earrings and watched as the stand toppled over with a loud crash. Then, as subtly and hastily as possible, she made her way out of the shop.