George snapped his fingers. "Right. The broom. Wait right here, don't let any hooligans steal anything." He slipped through the back door of the salesfloor and dashed upstairs to get his broom out of the cupboard.
It only took him a few minutes to return to the main floor of the shop, his broom in hand. "Voila," he said, "be careful with my baby. That thing cost a month's worth of profit."