“Primula” he goes.
“Yeah? What about it?” I wave my hands in front of his face, nothing.
“Do you have it?”
“Yeah.” I’m about to point to the chiller but them I remembered his broken eyes. I go around the counter and note he hasn’t got a dog, although he does have various studded leads and collars around him, he’s also carrying an ostentatious cane. The dog is outside, must be. “Here'” I go, and gingerly take his elbow and lead him to the chiller.
“What kind?” I aks him.
I pick it up for him and lead him back to the counter.
To cut a long story short it was Bono and he was so impressed with my service that he gave me a Ferrari so the moral of all that is… Dunno.