"I'll thank you not to use vulgarity in this establishment," Alva, the shopkeeper's daughter shouted to a closed door. Then seeing that her father, was not going to make any effort to help the customer until he'd finished his game, she set her broom aside and turned to the customer. The young man was standing there scanning the unfamiliar shelves, so she asked, "Can I help you find something, sir?"
"I need five pounds of two-penny nails," he replied.