As sold to Scary Spice;
In she strolled. My shop was in Covent Garden, so nothing odd about "celebrity" customers. We just treated them as anyone else.
She asked "What's your most comfortable bike? I want to buy one for my husband"
I pointed out some mid market, but good, bouncy bikes.
She asked "Are they the most expensive bike you have?"
I said, "No"
She said, "What is?"
I pointed out the Pro Racing WC. £3,499 worth of top end hard core XC race weapon. I said, "It's expensive, but hardly designed for comfort!"
She said, "Most expensive in the shop? I'll take it. Now, what else do I need?"
About £6,000 or so later, she left the shop.
About a week or so later, the aforementioned husband was kicked out. He even made it on to the front page of the Sun, under the headline, "On your bike!". On the aforementioned bike.
I wonder where that bike went.....Would have been hardly touched.
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo