Wood varnish spray

I was in the store in pursuance of wood varnish spray. Unfortunately I couldn’t find it so I engaged the female clerk who looked foreign, ” Hi, Im looking for the wood varnish spray” I said. ” What spray?” Said the foreign clerk. One has to stick to his own kind, ppl outside of the Anglosphere tend to be different, when English is not the first language communication problems tend to ensue. ” the wood varnish spray” I said. ” I don’t know wood varnish spray” she said. A girl in her 20’s a fellow shopper got involved, “What was that? The wood varnish spray? That would be in the next aisle, Im going there” she said. She struck me as quite confident and socialized.  ” I’ll go with you” I said and took my leave of the clerk. ” I was in Tesco’s earlier, it wasn’t there” I said. “It should be here, amongst the aerosols” she said. I got a better look at her and her at me,Her hand which had been rummaging through aerosols moved up to her chin, a finger went from her chin to her lips. She ambushed another clerk on my behalf, “Where’s the wood varnish spray?” She said. What a very helpful lady I thought to myself. The clerk located the spray. “I told you I’d get it for you”  she said. “Thanks” I said. ” No problem” she said and the finger that was at her lips was pressed gently into my sboulder. I touched back. From such chance encounters any number of possibilities can materialize.