Call me old fashioned, but I am of the mind
that a conversation should really make sense to both parties taking part. Isn’t
it just plain rudeness for one party to carry on regardless of the obvious slack-jawed
confusion playing about the face of their fellow conversationalist?
Here’s a tip: if the person standing in front of you looks massively puzzled and clearly has no idea what you're banging on about, stop bloody talking gibberish.
Try to actually make sense.
I know it takes some effort, but for the love of god, take a good look at yourself and reign it in. Don’t witter lazily away, zig-zagging this way and that like some self-absorbed linguistic equivalent of a downhill skier on a freshly snowed-on black run.
Give us all a break, no one should have to work so hard.
Try to actually make sense.
I know it takes some effort, but for the love of god, take a good look at yourself and reign it in. Don’t witter lazily away, zig-zagging this way and that like some self-absorbed linguistic equivalent of a downhill skier on a freshly snowed-on black run.
Give us all a break, no one should have to work so hard.
Customer: Do you have any winter hats?
Shop Girl: Not really no (it being summer and all.) Are you going somewhere cold?
Customer: No, I’m going to the opera.
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Shop Girl: Very nice. Is it outside then? (even if it is, you're still going to melt with heat exhaustion).
Customer: No, it’s inside with an orchestra.
Shop Girl: OK......(Of course it is. That explains it. Actually it doesn't. You're utterly mad).
Customer: It’s La Boheme.
Shop Girl: Right (Is that the one with a geezer in a dress or the one with a girly in strides?).
Customer: It’s set at Christmas.
Shop Girl: Aaah, (I'm totally getting this now; I've totally got this...), so this
is an audience participation thing then? (I'm thinking Rocky Horror Show but with everyone dressed in holly and ivy covered 17th century doublet and hose - and mistletoe festooned winter hats. Lovely. I think).
Customer: No, it’s being performed in November.
Shop Girl: Oh. I see (I didn't see).
Customer: I have to look the part.
Shop Girl: Right..... so all the attendees will
be dressing to impress then? (Yeah: not sure how a winter hat is going to fullfil that brief, but each to his/her own).
Customer: I don’t know.
Shop Girl: Oh. (Well, love, if you don't......)
Customer: I’m singing on stage.
Shop Girl: You're singing on stage.
Customer: Yes. I'm singing on stage.
Shop Girl: ..................
(I metaphorically throw my hands in the air in exasperation.....)
Shop Girl: So you're looking for a winter hat as part of an operatic stage costume.....
Customer: (Giving me the, 'duh, how stupid are you? look): Yes.
Shop Girl: Yeah. We still don't have any winter hats. Sorry. (Please go away. You've made my head hurt).
Shop Girl: Oh. (Well, love, if you don't......)
Customer: I’m singing on stage.
Shop Girl: You're singing on stage.
Customer: Yes. I'm singing on stage.
Shop Girl: ..................
(I metaphorically throw my hands in the air in exasperation.....)
Shop Girl: So you're looking for a winter hat as part of an operatic stage costume.....
Customer: (Giving me the, 'duh, how stupid are you? look): Yes.
Shop Girl: Yeah. We still don't have any winter hats. Sorry. (Please go away. You've made my head hurt).
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I need to read your blog more often. So funny. I've been away from my shop long enough now to feel nostalgic for the madness. Good luck staying sane yourself. X
ReplyDeletePS. Argh, I know I haven't suggested any day trips yet in M! I've been busy journalisting. Will send you something next week!
Ah, thank you! It's great you're enjoying it. I sometimes wonder how on earth I got into all this - and why I don't get out. Too lazy I think. The blog is definitely helping with the sanity though.
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