Sample of the daily conversation in the shop:
Me: Sam, come over here.
Me: You got little fingers, right?
Sam: Yeah. She grins, holding up an index finger.
Sam: For what?
Me: I got this flapping snot in my left nose hole and I can't get up there deep enough to snag it. Could you get it for me?
Sam: You're disgusting!
Me: Be that as it may, could ya do it for your pal?
Sam: I'm not putting my fingers in any of your holes.
And so it goes ...