CUSTOMER SATISFACTION

They clocked him the minute he walked into the supermarket. ‘Nice arms,’ Cheryl said, eyeing his tight T-shirt. ‘Nice bottom,’ Pat sighed, sizing up his tight jeans. ‘I really like those trainers,’ Sandra added. The other two gave her a pitying glance.

In theory, Sandra should have been the only one on checkout duty at that quiet time of the morning. Cheryl was supposed to have been on shelves and Pat should have been in the coffee shop. In reality, Cheryl and Pat had ambled over to stand around Sandra’s till, chatting about what they’d got up to last weekend and what they hoped to get up to next weekend. Until he had walked in.

SHE BEGAN TRYING TO OUT-SMILE THE OTHER TWO

Totally smitten, they watched as he made his way around the aisles, choosing his items and dropping them into the basket slung carelessly over one of those arms Cheryl had admired so much. And then it struck