Snow on snow

I was in the cleaners in North London this morning round the corner from my home. I wanted a coat cleaned. “Name?” asks the guy behind the counter. “Snow” I say.

Pleased to be engaged in conversation he replies, “Yes, much snow”.

“No”, I say, “my name is Snow”.

“Yes”, he says, “much snow, too much”.

“No”, I say, “my NAME is SNOW”. “You. Sure?” he queries, “more snow coming”.

“No”, I say, “my name is Snow”. “You say, no more snow coming”. “What your name?”, he repeats.

“It really is Snow”, I reply.

“How you spell it?” he asks.

“S-N-O-W”, I say, raising my voice.

“You mean like the white stuff?”… yes I say.