Soon, my precious.
And then there are those, who despite language barriers, struggle to understand what you are saying, and when this fails, admirably invent their own theories.
There are about five timetables that customers can choose between so that they can check times themselves - these timetables are in Swedish and English. Every other time someone comes to my window in the wall, they're usually holding the wrong time table, despite the labels I've glued over the pockets holding the time-tables, and the fact that the name of the airport is printed on the front of the booklets. When I see that someone is waving the wrong time-table in my face, I try to correct them. Usually it works. The other day it didn't.
The man had a copy of the time-table for one of the most trafficked airports, asking about departure times to one of the least trafficked airports, pointing at the times in his booklet.
"Sorry sir, you have the wrong time-table." He looked at me questiongingly and looked back at his time-table, pointing at the list of times.
"Bus, it leaves 10? 10:15? 10:30? 10:45"
"No, wrong airport. Which airport are you going to?"
"It leaves 11:00? 12:00? 12:15? 12:30?"
"Sir, those are the wrong times. Wrong airport. Which aiport are you going to?"
"12:30? Okay? I take the bus at 12:30?"
"Sir, these are just random times you're pointing at. Your bus doesn't leave at 12:30..."
"Okay, I take 12:30."
"But there is no-"
"Okay! Okay. Thank you."
He walked away despite my protests, smiling and bowing. I do beleive that it is time for me to do the same. I'm finally taking leave of booth-life.
Soon.
There are about five timetables that customers can choose between so that they can check times themselves - these timetables are in Swedish and English. Every other time someone comes to my window in the wall, they're usually holding the wrong time table, despite the labels I've glued over the pockets holding the time-tables, and the fact that the name of the airport is printed on the front of the booklets. When I see that someone is waving the wrong time-table in my face, I try to correct them. Usually it works. The other day it didn't.
The man had a copy of the time-table for one of the most trafficked airports, asking about departure times to one of the least trafficked airports, pointing at the times in his booklet.
"Sorry sir, you have the wrong time-table." He looked at me questiongingly and looked back at his time-table, pointing at the list of times.
"Bus, it leaves 10? 10:15? 10:30? 10:45"
"No, wrong airport. Which airport are you going to?"
"It leaves 11:00? 12:00? 12:15? 12:30?"
"Sir, those are the wrong times. Wrong airport. Which aiport are you going to?"
"12:30? Okay? I take the bus at 12:30?"
"Sir, these are just random times you're pointing at. Your bus doesn't leave at 12:30..."
"Okay, I take 12:30."
"But there is no-"
"Okay! Okay. Thank you."
He walked away despite my protests, smiling and bowing. I do beleive that it is time for me to do the same. I'm finally taking leave of booth-life.
Soon.
