Every Monty Python stereotype confirmed

[muckefuck]

Oh, the other moment Friday evening where I was absolutely helpless with laughter was after the AIL related something which happened to him at a resale shop in Oxford. It went something like this:

AIL comes to the front counter. There's a gown lying across it, apparently abandoned there by a previous shopper. A middle-aged lady arrives and begins to ring up his purchases. She lifts the gown and asks, "And the gentleman would like this as well?"

"No, that isn't mine."

She regards him for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, quite."

"So I should take it away, shall I?"

"Yes."

She places it to one side. Then, in a slightly more conspiratorial tone, "It would be all right you know."

He regards her quizzically.

"We do get a lot of that here, you know."

FIN

Comments

[oh-meow.livejournal.com]

My old housemate once had a middle aged male customer come into the fancy clothes women's clothes shop she worked in (think expensive faux bohemian stuff- like anthropologie in the US) and say he wanted to buy some camisoles for his transvestite 20 something nephew. She asked him what size he wanted, and he took out a photo of an actual woman taken in the seventies (70s film stock, rounded edges, that bobbly photo paper they used to use then and you can't get now) and claimed it was a photo of the nephew. My friend was really intrigued as to what was going on there.

[niemandsrose.livejournal.com]

A gown, like, an old-school Oxonian academician's gown?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I presume he meant like an evening gown or cocktail dress.

[richardthinks.livejournal.com]

There used to be (perhaps still is) a shop on Cowley Road where you could get all kinds of household and hardware goods, and novelty underwear. It's the only time I've seen bags of 4" oval nails and crotchless leopard print knickers on a shelf together.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

That's only because you didn't come by for a visit while you were in town.