The green, green grass of home.

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Customer: We don’t like the stalls, what grass seats have you got?
Me: What what seats?
C: Grass *points at the dress circle*
Me: What do you think it’s called?
C: Grass.
Me: Haha. Why?
C: It’s called grass?
Me: No it’s not, presh. Grass is green, like a lawn, on the ground.
C: Oh.

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