I Thought I Put Those Days Behind Me

Everyone should experience working in a supermarket during their youth. It's the lowest of the lows, but makes you appreciate one very simple rule:

The customer is always wrong.

I was in the local supermarket this morning minding my own business, when I realised an Indian man was following me around. Finally, he approached me and, in English, started asking me specific information about the goods in his basket. Is it 100% fruit juice? How do you cook these noodles?

I helped him as far as my Japanese could take me - suprisingly far enough - and then he asked me where the washing powder was. I took him to the section and he wanted me to explain which was which. He thanked me, and as I walked off, a voice behind me:

"Shampoo?"