Store cashiers are so fond of not listening..."I don't need bags for the bottles" while they merrily put the bottles into bags etc, but today was a new low.
As we were leaving with our purchases I asked if this one could call us a taxi . She appeared to acknowledge cheerily in the infirmative and then stood there as we made to leave.
I waited and she looked puzzled. I asked again; clearly she had some automated response to the original question. I had to ask twice before she understood.
Then she said she'd take us to another desk where there was a phone book and she walked to it. I said we knew the number as we followed and I gave it. I must have repeated the last part - two thousand (2000) about five times before my wife said two-o-o-o and she understood and finished dialing.
Then she passed the phone to me. How puzzling.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
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