I left the retro clothing shop I work in today. Not permanently, but just for today. I just couldn't take anymore of this customers bullshit waffle!! He's a total knob head who's annoyed me immensely before. As soon as he walked in the macho fantasy bullshit starts. After over an hour of him telling the shop's owner about his pit bull fighting next Thursday (yes, illegal dog fighting!), how many women he'd 'sh..g.d' in the last month, how his 'mate's' a bare knuckle fighter, how he's the 'best brickie' in Burnley, how much he won in a gambling casino, how women send him nude pictures of themselves and other things I can't mention, how many pints he can drink, etc, etc I just couldn't take anymore. The final straw was when he said my little dog would make a 'good snack' for Tyson, his fighting bull dog. That was it, I just put my coat on and walked out, with the shop owner asking if I was alright. I'll phone him later and say why I left, though I think he'll have a good idea.