“Excuse me, but can you tell me where I would find Kings of Leon, please?”
I thought about telling her that I was not a member of staff, but she was fairly clearly somebody’s Mum, rather than a fan, and I didn’t have the heart to throw her on the questionable mercies of the actual staff. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit attracted to her as well.
“Er, yeah sure. Just come this way and I can point them out to you.”
She smiled and relaxed, she seemed relieved to be led to the Rock section of the store.
“So, are you a fan?”
I asked as we weaved in and out of other browsing customers. She smiled and laughed nervously;
“No, I’m more a Girls Aloud and a bit of Aleesha perhaps. No this is my punishment for getting myself a younger man. It’s his birthday and I wanted to get him something he really wants, which was fine until I had to walk into a record shop.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself on the inside as this admission trickled out of her; my good deed for the day was not going to be rewarded with a phone number.