Ah storemen, ,what is it with storemen? They were always the same wherever you went, they were usally dedicated to their job which meant A- being elusive or absent, B- obstructive, in keeping you and that vital component as far apart from each other as possible or C- totally unhurried. When you did find one, he was uusally sat on a wooden box round the back somewhere and eating an apple. When you had waited for five minutes for someone to appear and had finished yelling and jumping up and down impatiently, he would amble to the store window (still munching the apple) and say "ugh, wodga want"? You would request the component and before you finished the sentance he say "aint got none". When you stated you could actually see the item on the shelf behind him, there would always be some special stores type reason why you couldn't have it. You could say what you liked.. "Ive got an aircraft stuck on a runway waiting for this job and I gotta have this part.. right now" Back would come the unsmiling reply.. " The computer printout says we are out of stock"!
Walks away.. sits down.. resumes munching remains of apple.
Then one day he would get a new boy .. an apprentice.. and within six months, this beaming spotty youth who began as a cheery but ignorant soul became a fully fledgen storeman..... "Ugh... Wodga want, aint got none... munch munch"!!
Oh how I miss them... happy daze!