My qualm is that I can't follow what they say, both because it's too pigeon-like and because it's spoken to quick. These people make so much extra money off me because I don't have a clue what they're offering!
Take today in Burger King for example. I ask for the Angus burger (very, very nice by the way), Mr Cashier from some distant land speaks something in what may as well have been Morse code and I end up spending a quid more on bacon and cheese which I didn't particularly want. The problem is, if I ask them to repeat it they don't speak any slower, they just get annoyed quicker. And I don't want to risk saying 'no' in case he said something like, 'Would you like me to spare your life?'. So I have to say 'yes'. One day it's going to backfire, I just know it. Taxi drivers are the worst though. I have to guess which one of the sentences he says is 'Where would you like to go?'. Chances are I've responded to statements like 'I've had to sell 19 of my children' or 'My dog ate one of my many wives' with 'Whitendale hall please mate'. They then probably don't think I give a fuck. Which is true, actually.
Came back from London about 4 hours ago. Trains fucked up again so I was delayed. Not happy. But it was well worth it to see Dot for the weekend so all is good in that respect. It's also nearly Christmas! *woos and yays*.
Anyway, I'm a bit too tired to continue writing so I'll leave you with two pictures.
Here we see London's effective advertising methods.
And this be the giant toilet that appeared in Harrington building one day.
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