|The ice cream story, then
||[May. 9th, 2007|04:53 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
I went to the theatre on Monday evening with monkeyssk8 to see Whipping It Up. The play was good - basically what would happen if the Tories won the next election and appointed Victor Meldrew as their chief whip. Lee Ross was in it too, which is always good. Also, another one of the actors sat next to me on the tube on the way back but I got off before him so I can't report on his further movements.|
Anyway, at half time I wanted some ice cream, so I went to stand at the bar for about four hours without being noticed, until in exasperation I said something along the lines of "Do I get served at some point then?" which earned me a long diatribe from both staff about how it's not their fault, that the till was broken, and that I shouldn't shout at them - which I hadn't. This was after the man one of the staff had spent ages in an argument with the customer in front of me about whether he should give the guy his change or not. He was American. So the whole point, which seems to have lost some of its impact and gravity in the intervening two days to be honest, is that offensive_mango's paeans to American customer service compared to British, have been undermined an insignificant amount. That's it, really. So, yeah.