Iserlohn pads NAAFI, back in 1989. Normal saturday morning mayhem, bloke pushing trolley full of fags and beer, Wife Of rushing about with trolley full of food and kids, both screaming at brats to shut up/keep up/put that back/behave.
Long queue at checkouts, tactical product placement of sweets in checkout aisle. Angelic looking little girl between mummy and daddy, asking for sweets.
"Please mummy, can I have some sweets?"
"No, I've told you already"
"Please daddy, can I have some sweets?"
"No, your mother said no"
"Please Mummy, I want some sweets"
"NO!. How many more times"
"Mummy, if you dont buy me some sweets I'll tell everybody that you had Daddy's willy in your mouth last night"
A pool of silence radiated out. Literally. The entire pads naafi went silent within seconds, as the two parents stood there dying, wishing the ground would open up and swallow them. And then the sniggers started. And the little girl stood there beaming up at each parent.