While travelling in Oz I worked in a Bondi Junction hi fi store for a while, owner was a mad Hungarian with very particular tastes in music that didn't suit most customers needs. He tightly controlled the CD selection, but he only had a few record decks (this was late-80s - mad Hungarian thought CD was king!), but still a large vinyl collection (from a previous owner of the store I guess) that we used to enjoy flicking through during quiet periods.
It was fairly regular that he would pop in unannounced to find me and a colleague listening to some "trashy" album he didn't approve of. He would quietly walk into the listening room, gently return the arm, remove the record and a low growl would start, that finished in a roar as he exited the shop and flung the vinyl as far down Oxford Street as he could. He would then calmly walk back into the store saying nothing.
One time we were spinning a customer's disc...the customer was next door using the wash-room...he got to see his cherished Iggy Pop (I think) album winging it's way past him on his return Can't remember if he bought anything - we were all stoned and couldn't stop laughing
Richard
PS: there was hardly any embellishment to this story at all
fantastic. some dealers just become a weird law unto themselves.
having said that there are plenty of times I have embarrassed myself on here so why should dealers be any more sane?