Door opens and a gangly odd looking bloke waddles in im going to cut out all the things where he said something and I said pardon because I couldn’t under stand him. You can fill it in yourself for every thing he says, he said it 3 to 5 times before I understood it

“this a pub”

“no”

he trys to walk towards the stairs

“pub?”

“OI NO this isn’t a pub”

“where pub?”

“NOT HERE” (I get him back to the desk)

“snooker?” makes a mime so I can understand

“not here”

“where?”

“I don’t know”

“Ohh” he does a weird shrug like a drunk child

“bye”

“clean”

“what?”

“clean?” he trys to hand me his glasses there is no way on this eath im touvhing them

“I can sell you a cloth”

“clean?” pointing to the office, trying to make me go out back

“nope! I can sell you a cloth”

“a tissue?”

“a cleaning cloth”

“free?”

“no”

“no money” he slaps his pockets trying to show he has no money but he jangles like a charity box

“ok well bye”

“where pub”

“dunno bye”

“how much glasses” trying to grab the stock

“I can give you a quote if you have a prescription”

“same” trys to hand me the glasses again.

“nope, need a prescription”

“same, look look” trying to make me go out back

“no quote with out prescription”

“im a children, how much?”

“what?”

“im children how much?” he starts trying to pull the paper out of my credt card machine

“as I said I need to see a precription for a quote”

“same” he starts jabbing the buttons, I don’t want to get two close to this nutter.

“BYE”

“where pub?”

“not here BYE”

“ pub”

I get him out the door and he waddles off down the middle of the road

I have no idear weather he was mad or drunk or trying to shop lift or what