It was not too bad a shift last night as I spent it in the company of two fully frocked gentlemen vicars who were fund raising for their church youth project. They were very witty and one of them had the gift of the gab (probably an assett in his line of work).
People were very generous and I saw the odd fiver being chucked into their bucket
I was worried about the local yob fraternity when they appeared on cue at 9 pm in search of renewed alcohol supplies, but they were rather sheepish really considering and passed them by with hardly a murmer, just a few sniggers and a backward glance.
"No problem" said one vicar..."we're used to inebriated persons when we perform the Christmas midnight mass"
It did raise a smile when a couple of attractive young women popped in whilst on a boozy night out...their requests for the loan of the vicar's frocks were respectfully turned down

I wasn't too pleased at 7.40 this morning though when customer services phoned/woke me up with:-
"Isadora, we can't find the raffle tickets and the money for the tickled pink appeal raffle, where are they?"
"They are at the desk, two drawers down" I mumbled still half asleep.
This morning's Greeter couldn't find them and the customer service colleague who was supposed to hand them over failed to do so .
As t'old man will tell you, i'm not a happy bod when i'm woken up prematurely so there will be 'WORDS' this afternoon when I return for my second and last shift of the week