Man comes in to pick up a language book he’s ordered. While I’m looking for the book, he says some things in a language I can’t understand. Seeing as it’s a book used to learn Dutch, I assume he must be trying to tell me something but doesn’t know the words in Dutch. When I say “Sorry, what did you say?”, he doesn’t respond. Never mind. I find the book, we move to the till. He still keeps saying things in this foreign language, so by now I figure he’s talking to himself. Happens, whatever.
Suddenly, I notice that tucked in his brightly coloured scarf is a brightly coloured phone.