Let me take you to my shrine for the gummibears.
Am I the only one who forgets to remember that people can't hear you think?
Post office attendant: "Well, here's your package then. Hope you enjoy whatever's in it!."
Me : "Yes, people rang my doorbell and woke me up."
(Meaning, "Ah! Thank You. I would have received it earlier, if I had had the energy to open the door when the mailman rang the doorbell in hopes of delivering it to me himself this morning. he came by at EIGHT would you beleive it? Hahaha - Too bad it wasn't big enough to slip through the slot. Thank You for your help, have a NICE day" )
Oh Why don't you just hand me my puck and let me hobble off, why don't you.
But then there are the times when you're truly happy people don't hear what you think. A heavy-set man of dark complexion passed by the booth yesterday, appalled that his bus didn't start running till 06:45. It was quite insane, considering that his flight left at seven. Did we expect our customers to fly to the aiport? WHAT sort of service were WE PEOPLE providing here? All the time, he was waving the flimsy little timetable at me. Turns out he had the timetable open on the wrong page - quite understandable, considering that it has four whole pages. I plucked the timetable from his trembling fingers and flipped it over.
"Arlanda- City here. City - Arlanda there!" The man reclaimed his timetable to check this himself, and started chuckling quietly.
"It's a good thing that you're black too. otherwise, you'd be sitting there thinking "Stupid black folk!"
Oh, the comeback was there allright, holding on to the tip of my tongue for dear life. I chose the straight and narrow and laughed my booth approved laugh, saying that it was a common mistake, seeing as how the timetable had small print and all that. And all that.
But the thing you come to realise while sitting in the booth is:
1 Fact: Most people are lazy. Some people have the privelege of being extremely lazy. These people we call "fat", but it in the spirit of political correctness, we call them "obese".
2. Laziness has nothing to do with race colour or creed.
3. I am the hottest thing to have ever graced the booth.
Allright, the third one had basically nothing to do with the first two intellectually stimulating observations, but it just had to be said.
Post office attendant: "Well, here's your package then. Hope you enjoy whatever's in it!."
Me : "Yes, people rang my doorbell and woke me up."
(Meaning, "Ah! Thank You. I would have received it earlier, if I had had the energy to open the door when the mailman rang the doorbell in hopes of delivering it to me himself this morning. he came by at EIGHT would you beleive it? Hahaha - Too bad it wasn't big enough to slip through the slot. Thank You for your help, have a NICE day" )
Oh Why don't you just hand me my puck and let me hobble off, why don't you.
But then there are the times when you're truly happy people don't hear what you think. A heavy-set man of dark complexion passed by the booth yesterday, appalled that his bus didn't start running till 06:45. It was quite insane, considering that his flight left at seven. Did we expect our customers to fly to the aiport? WHAT sort of service were WE PEOPLE providing here? All the time, he was waving the flimsy little timetable at me. Turns out he had the timetable open on the wrong page - quite understandable, considering that it has four whole pages. I plucked the timetable from his trembling fingers and flipped it over.
"Arlanda- City here. City - Arlanda there!" The man reclaimed his timetable to check this himself, and started chuckling quietly.
"It's a good thing that you're black too. otherwise, you'd be sitting there thinking "Stupid black folk!"
Oh, the comeback was there allright, holding on to the tip of my tongue for dear life. I chose the straight and narrow and laughed my booth approved laugh, saying that it was a common mistake, seeing as how the timetable had small print and all that. And all that.
But the thing you come to realise while sitting in the booth is:
1 Fact: Most people are lazy. Some people have the privelege of being extremely lazy. These people we call "fat", but it in the spirit of political correctness, we call them "obese".
2. Laziness has nothing to do with race colour or creed.
3. I am the hottest thing to have ever graced the booth.
Allright, the third one had basically nothing to do with the first two intellectually stimulating observations, but it just had to be said.
