Mistaken identity

So there I am, wandering day-dreamily around the pound store in Roman Road, looking for toy cars and dinosaurs (til I remember that school's out for summer! For six weeks! No toys necessary.) when a loud man, sunburned in a string vest, hails me.

'It's that fackin' cow again, she's a pain in the arse everywhere you go...'
I turn around and he looks taken aback. Considerably less loudly, he says to his companion 'I thought it was 'er that works in the cafe.'

Ever seen a chav blush?