<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:48<br/><br/>Pet Warehouse, Ferguson Street<br/><br/>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>He rolls his eyes and looks exasperated at being asked a question - just all the customer service training recommends.  "Not heard of it pet.  We just do stuff for pets here.  Try a map or something, like."  He shakes his head in a world-weary "what is the world coming to" gesture and tries to squeeze round you.  He's got a lot to do, cigarette breaks won't have themselves and the horror of a customer speaking to him has necessitated a long stint hiding round the back in case this was a horrific omen and it would happen again.