All posts tagged: Julian Graves

Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction

When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves.  (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry and David’s, only smaller and more chocolate-oriented.)  One evening, about an hour before close, a man came into the shop and bought a fruit bar.  He paid with a £20 note and spent the majority of the transaction flirting with me. I just smiled and counted his change.  Then he told me, “Don’t close the register.  I need change for the parking lot.” Now an experienced Front End Specialist would have ignored the man’s request, handed him his change and sent him merrily on his way, but that was before I worked at The Shop.  I didn’t know any better. The next few sec onds were a blur.  He took the £19 I handed him, then handed me a ten pound note and asked for change.  When I handed him two fives in return, he told me he’d given me a £20 and demanded that I give him the …