In our wee supermarket's single queue for the checkout (aisles too narrow to have separate queues - it would be gridlock!); there are six tills (only for really busy times) and three were operational. Fair number of locals in with big shops ahead of me. Behind me were a couple of visitors. Firstly they were whinging about the one queue; then they couldn't get their favourite beer and wine, plus a moan that the papers don't come in till late morning. Final straw, for them, was I got a text whilst in queue from son to remind me to get something and he launched forth about the lack of mobile phone coverage and lousy broadband. I asked them if they were on holiday - yes - and they assumed that I, with English accent, was also on holiday and tirade got worse. The queue had moved on during this and the check-out assistant called me by name.
You should have seen their faces! The bloke actually grabbed my trolley and asked how he knew me; turned round and smiled (sickly) sweetly and said "I stay here; this is my home". Thought he was going to have a heart attack! Loads of grins around the queue.
He may have had a bad day, but to be that rude and to go somewhere with no research? No wonder Brits get a bad reputation.
You should have seen their faces! The bloke actually grabbed my trolley and asked how he knew me; turned round and smiled (sickly) sweetly and said "I stay here; this is my home". Thought he was going to have a heart attack! Loads of grins around the queue.
He may have had a bad day, but to be that rude and to go somewhere with no research? No wonder Brits get a bad reputation.