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In other news: I did not die of French oral (it actually seemed to go pretty well - in fact, I can still recite most of my presentation. This scares me somewhat.), turns out I got an A on both of my English Language courseworks, and work tonight was hell. Stupid bloody arseholes for coworkers and bosses... >.<

However, work on Sunday provided me with a new Favourite Customer Question.

Middle-Aged Blokey: *PLONKS an obviously-unopened box containing a kid's cycle helmet down on the counter* Will this fit her? *gestures to first of two Random Teen Daughters*
Inner!Bethan: How the fuck should I know, moron?
Bethan: ... Has she tried it on?
M-A B: No. Will this fit her?
Inner!Bethan: *HEADDESK*
Bethan: I don't know. Why doesn't she try it on?
M-A B: *silent*
Random Teen Daughter #1: *attempts to open easy-open box* *fails*
RTD #2: *helps* *succeeds*
RTD #1: *fumbles with helmet* Which way does it go? *attempts to put it on backwards*
Inner!Bethan: Aaaaaand we have a winnar, ladies and gents. *facepalm* *headdesk* *headdesk*
Bethan: *dry* Pointy end backwards.
RTD: #1: *eventually succeeds* *does not say thankyou, or indeed anything else*
Helmet: *closely resembles pimple on strawberry*
M-A B: Does it fit her?
Bethan: *sigh*