“You’re Shazzie’s mate, aren’t you?”
Why yes, I am. It was one of the staff in Revital, a health food/nutty potions shop in Cambridge. I was there to buy some of the wacky toothpaste I use, and suddenly I’m no longer just a run-of-the-mill customer, I’m Touched By Fame.
We chatted for a bit, he asked after her, the usual things. I realise now I could have embiggened my status by deploying words like “editor” and “book designer.” Not my style, though; in any case, she’s no Stan Lee, is she?
He then handled my purchase. And to my surprise, I get a 10% discount. “Well, you’re a mate of Shazzie.”
I won’t let it go to my head. But I should have bought more than a tube of toothpaste.