The curse of wearing a suit is that every time I go to a shop some dum dum rolls up to me and says " Scuse me, can you tell me where the bin liners are kept?" or "Can you tell me where the tiling section is?" Not that I should mind because a suit is a representation of management and ipso facto they think you might know what they are talking about, but when you look at them while holding your shopping basket and say "I'm sorry, I don't work here" they either give you the 'just put my foot in dog sh1t' look on their face or still say "where are the bin liners then?". Cretins. And why do people think just because I wear a suit that I know where all the feckin buses go to? "Can you tell me where the bus to Clapham goes from?" "No. Get a job and buy a car with Satnav you chavvy scumbag!" is what I'd love to say. One day. Maybe.
