Sale Shark

Earlier this week, my friend Cat was talking to me about her Rugby training. She signed up for it in Fresher's week, and has stuck with it even though she's been through two broken fingers and two awful trainers since that time. This weekend would herald her return to the field since her hand is fixed enough so she can play. Anyway, the main point of this anecdote is to highlight how weirdly my brain works sometimes. Obviously she was very excited about going back, particularly since she informed me she would be recieving coaching from sale sharks.

Now, at this point, I stopped listening to her momentarily and frowned inside my head. What was a sale shark and why were they, as she so eloquently put it, fit? More to the point why was a man from retail coaching a bunch of girls in rugby? I thought about it some more and came to the conclusion that a sale shark was something a little like a loan shark; I didn't really know what one of those was either, but I made a sale shark out to be something a little like a man who's really pushy when he's trying to sell you something.

"Alright, now everyone do five laps around the pitch, oh, Miss Jones, would you be interested in purchasing our new fragrance..."

Now, at this point, I bet everyone's understood what Cat meant by sale shark. It's pretty obvious that she meant members of the Sale Sharks - i.e. a local rugby team. Why didn't I twig? I have no idea. Perhaps it was because of the way she said it. Since then it's been decided that if we ever get round to designing the zoo crew hoodies, my nickname will be ... well. I think you can guess.