I worked with a guy once in a guitar shop...how he sold anything is beyond me.
”sounds like snowflakes falling on a frozen lake”
”now you’ve bought her, you need to name her”
stuff like that.
awful.
He was put on a disciplinary eventually after 4 months of missed targets, We’d found a folder on our workstation PC full of poetry he’d been writing while we’d been working...
”isn’t she beautiful?”
’it’s a second hand Mexican strat mate...’
I think he moved to another branch and quit in the end.
A lovely lovely bloke, just toe curling at times.