Waiting.
Why is it that whenever I pass my local hairdresser’s shop he is always sat in his chair reading the paper and having a fag, Yet if I decide to call for a haircut the place is rammed with grey haired old men asking for the George Clooney look. Not that he can do it, he can’t, I know, I asked.
It’s the same whenever I want to fill the car up, I could pass any number of empty forecourts but the one I turn into out in the middle of nowhere is choc a block with cars.
You can lump Doctors surgeries and supermarkets in this list too. I have tried going at alternative times just in case but its always the same, I hate waiting, I have patience, tons of it, but unnecessary waiting is different.
Which brings me to Rotten Ronnie's, even if they get the order right, which they never do, you are still asked to park up and wait till they bring it over to you. I was once told at the window that they had no fries, no chicken burgers, in fact nothing. I was about to burst when the assistant hurriedly told me that they had shakes.
Give me a bleeding chocolate bleeding shake then I said through clenched teeth. He passed it to me trembling and said in a thin high voice "no charge Sir" I should bleeding hope not I snarled. I felt a little guilty as I drove home, by the time I had entered the house I was disgusted with myself for displaying such venom. That was until I sucked the straw and filled my mouth with ice cold nothing, It was just whatever that crap is without the flavouring. Anybody walking past my house that night would have heard the plaintive cry of an exasperated man, BASTAAAAAAAARD.
It’s the same whenever I want to fill the car up, I could pass any number of empty forecourts but the one I turn into out in the middle of nowhere is choc a block with cars.
You can lump Doctors surgeries and supermarkets in this list too. I have tried going at alternative times just in case but its always the same, I hate waiting, I have patience, tons of it, but unnecessary waiting is different.
Which brings me to Rotten Ronnie's, even if they get the order right, which they never do, you are still asked to park up and wait till they bring it over to you. I was once told at the window that they had no fries, no chicken burgers, in fact nothing. I was about to burst when the assistant hurriedly told me that they had shakes.
Give me a bleeding chocolate bleeding shake then I said through clenched teeth. He passed it to me trembling and said in a thin high voice "no charge Sir" I should bleeding hope not I snarled. I felt a little guilty as I drove home, by the time I had entered the house I was disgusted with myself for displaying such venom. That was until I sucked the straw and filled my mouth with ice cold nothing, It was just whatever that crap is without the flavouring. Anybody walking past my house that night would have heard the plaintive cry of an exasperated man, BASTAAAAAAAARD.
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I bet you keep swopping queues in motorway tailbacks, supermarket check outs and Airport check ins.
Me too!
Oh and re previous post - I used to work in that motoway cafe - I could have given you a free meal let alone a free shake!
Yes I can do some serious body swerves at supermarket checkouts, but I draw the line in traffic, too dangerous. A meal would have gone down very well of course, but I have been known to forgo food for a quick shake.
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