Dairy Man, 2001-2003
In the Webb St days 301 Cuba was our local shop. It was a small dairy run by a camp Indian guy with a cheeky sense of humour who loved to poke his nose into his customers love lives. He would've been creepy if he wasn't so funny - whenever I went there with a girl he'd be pulling me aside and suggesting chocolates to buy her and when I went in by myself he'd be asking whether they did the trick.
After a while he decided to take matters into his own hands and boost my image a bit. For a while every time I'd go in with anybody else, at first girls but then with whoever, he'd start like this: "Ah, my friend, the extra-large condoms you ordered have arrived!".