Thought it was about time that I blogged something. I was waiting for something interesting to share. Well, something that I'm willing to publish on the internet but that hasn't happened so here goes...
I went to get my lunch today at the place I often go and decided to try something different for once. One of the ladies, who doesn't speak English that well asked me what I would like. I said "I'll have a small chicken and avocado pasta please." She smiled at me and then a few minutes later when she seemed to have disappeared somewhere, she came back with a chicken and avocado sandwich. I couldn't be bothered pointing out that I asked for pasta cos I like chicken and avocado anyway so I asked how much it was and she went over to the till, stood there looking at it confused and then came back and said $7.80. I gave her a $10 and she came back with 10 cents change for me. If I was my dad, by this stage I would've been threatening to throw the sandwich at her but I know what it's like to work in customer service so I politely asked her for the rest of my change. She didn't really understand what I was saying so another girl came over and cleared it up for me. I took the sandwich and left, went back to the office and I realise the chicken on the sandwich is thigh chicken, which I think tastes disgusting so I pick it all out. Can't just have an avocado sandwich so luckily for me I picked up a Continental cup of soup promotional sample at the station the other day so I made that up and lunch was resurrected. But I'm not always this tolerating and polite. Here is an excerpt from an email I wrote to Warren:
I went to get my lunch today at the place I often go and decided to try something different for once. One of the ladies, who doesn't speak English that well asked me what I would like. I said "I'll have a small chicken and avocado pasta please." She smiled at me and then a few minutes later when she seemed to have disappeared somewhere, she came back with a chicken and avocado sandwich. I couldn't be bothered pointing out that I asked for pasta cos I like chicken and avocado anyway so I asked how much it was and she went over to the till, stood there looking at it confused and then came back and said $7.80. I gave her a $10 and she came back with 10 cents change for me. If I was my dad, by this stage I would've been threatening to throw the sandwich at her but I know what it's like to work in customer service so I politely asked her for the rest of my change. She didn't really understand what I was saying so another girl came over and cleared it up for me. I took the sandwich and left, went back to the office and I realise the chicken on the sandwich is thigh chicken, which I think tastes disgusting so I pick it all out. Can't just have an avocado sandwich so luckily for me I picked up a Continental cup of soup promotional sample at the station the other day so I made that up and lunch was resurrected. But I'm not always this tolerating and polite. Here is an excerpt from an email I wrote to Warren:
Anyway so back to the going out for dinner part. We go to a chinese restaurant, me, my mum and dad, and the guy tries to sit us at a table that (bar a few centimetres) is practically connected to the table next to it where people are dining. It's a little too close for comfort and last time this happened we politely asked to be moved and they got us a new table. it's not that we are fussy, it's just that you can't have a conversation without the people next to you hearing everything and it's uncomfortable. So dad says to the guy that it's too close and we would like a new table. The guy isn't so co-operative. He's like this little weird-looking dude (not asian, i'm not racist) and he gets all in dad's personal space and tells him that there are no other tables and dad says it's not good enough and the guy says well sir what is exactly wrong with this table and it's starting to look like a scene and my dad's trying to explain to the guy the problem while mum is discrediting everything he's saying by telling the guy that dad has hearing problems so i eventually have to step in, seeing as i'm also wearing my business power suit and i say "Look, the point is, we may as well have these people on the next table over to our house for dinner, we are that close to them" and then this old dude who was standing there the whole time as well snatches the clipboard off the tiny weird man and says table five is free. and we get our table. The little man was just being difficult. I wanted to snap him. Dad probably did too.
3 comments:
You are so harsh. The poor guy was trying to earn a living and at the same time trying to get strangers to be nice to each other. shame on you nellie. think of his poor little children who now won't eat because he probably got fired :P
Hey! You're supposed to me on my side.
Haha only kidding. Although, with your violent streak he's lucky he didn't lose an eye :)
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