Chapter 109
We haven't had any customers all day. As usual. We've been in basically the same positions all day. Noelle seems to have taken over my chair and Howard's standing, so I'm left to sit on the counter, being pushed off every now and again by Howard.
"You shouldn't sit on the counter, Vince." He tells me for at least the third time. Possibly the fourth. Or maybe the fifth.
"Where else am I supposed to sit?" I reply, re-seating myself between the till and a pile of leaflets for a music night at a local pub.
"A chair, or a box, or anything! Just stop sitting on the counter!"
"Why can't I sit on the counter?"
"It gives the wrong impression."
"Who does it give the wrong impression to?"
"Customers."
"Which customers?"
"The customers that we could get. You know, in the future."
"We never get any customers! We haven't had a customer in weeks!"
"No wonder, with you sitting on the counter!"
"Will you two shut up? You're starting to sound like an old married couple." Noelle calls from behind her magazine.
"We do not!" Howard and I say at the same time.
"You do."
"Don't." I mutter. Howard just pushes me off the counter again.