There is an Old hag I like to call 'The Repco Wench'. She is the rudest pushiest delivery person I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. I try to avoid her. I dont even know if her powers of communication is more complex than a few grunts and scratches of her armpit.

Anyways. This dear old man was having trouble choosing his lunch from our pastry cabinet. He was choosing, the Repco wench was waiting at the counter. Dear old man choosing.... the SHE-WENCH waiting. After about 2 minutes, the old man turns to me, points at the Wench, and says 'I havent decided yet, serve that gentleman there first'.

Ha.
Owned by a senior citizen.