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You jest, but we were on first name terms with the local skivs, as well as the manager from the HMV across the road, and the police that followed 5 minutes later. The giveaway was the skiv still panting and sweating from just having sprinted out with the DVDs lol.
All CEX stores seem to have the same smell, not sure how they achieve that, well actually I've got an idea but I refuse to believe it.
We had a regular customer who we all called "Wheelchair Lady" who would come in with her small entourage of fellow inbred family members. You didn't need to see them, you just smelt them. It was the type of smell that hits you in the back of the throat and stays there until you vomit (like a tramp who hadn't washed in a few months and wore cigarette smoke as an aftershave). Serving this rabble was regularly batted between staff members, we'd see them coming in the queue and attempt to time it so you were talking to another customer until some other poor staff member had been lumped with the stench.
That doesn't quite top the time that I was tasked with mopping the floors (was a regular occurrence) to be met with a particular odor that I thought belonged to the aforementioned ogre. I couldn't have been more wrong. Sitting proudly right in front of the tills was a perfect curler where someone had allowed their child to defecate on the shop floor. I made my supervisor deal with that one.