We were far too busy driving pear cider from IKEA next door, lubing up the floor for bicycle burnouts, playing ‘word of the day’ (ie get a randomly selected rude/weird word into your convo with customers), re-raking forks (and sometimes head tubes) by riding bikes into the cash desk, seeing which bike boxes we could lob the pedal spanner clean through (bikes still in the boxes of course) and nicking anything that wasn’t nailed down.
We didn’t have time for such horseplay…
We were far too busy driving pear cider from IKEA next door, lubing up the floor for bicycle burnouts, playing ‘word of the day’ (ie get a randomly selected rude/weird word into your convo with customers), re-raking forks (and sometimes head tubes) by riding bikes into the cash desk, seeing which bike boxes we could lob the pedal spanner clean through (bikes still in the boxes of course) and nicking anything that wasn’t nailed down.
Halcyon days.