Dear Jessica Brennan,
Cinema nonsense
Once I asked a lady if she could move down one seat so that my friend and I could sit together. She said no. I wonder how awkward it was for her to have us one on either side of her for all of Single White Female.
Fast food nonsense
Once I asked for a breakfast sandwich without the sausage. The answer was, “No. It doesn’t come that way, you’ll need to scrape it off.” I did. In front of him and a long line of Mc People.
Telecommunications nonsense
Once I asked someone who worked at a desk next to a person I needed to speak to, if he could ask her to call me, because I was talking to him anyway about another matter, and she was on the phone. He said no, that I would have to call her back. I’m now with a different carrier. Ring any Bell-s?
Hotel nonsense
Once I had a room reserved at a hotel, complete with confirmation number, and when I got there they said there was no room at the inn. I said that I would just wait at the front desk until they found me a room. They tried to get me to leave, then to sit in the lounge, did I want a coffee? I told them I was fine standing right there talking to their other guests about how I had paid in full in advance for the room, had a confirmation number but now had no room.
Maybe they built another room or something, but somehow I ended up in a suite with free breakfast. There’s Novotel-ling what can happen.
Bakery nonsense
Once I walked into the open door of a bakery in Wortley Village to buy some pastries. I was greeted with “We aren’t open you know”. Then the same bakery owner pointed to the window and said, “If we were open, there would be a sign that said “open” in the window.”
The door was open and there wasn’t a sign that said “closed” in the window. I’m sure they are having difficulty Harvest-ing very many clients. (An extra bit of disappointment here for being rude in the village, which isn’t allowed). They are no longer in Wortley Village.
Grocery store nonsense
Once I asked the carry-out service person at a once dual-ocean named grocery store, to carry my two large bags of kitty litter to the car. “You’re kidding right”, was the reply. He got to hear my Mum voice – remember Jess? You whispered to him, “Oh no, you idiot, stop talking.” Anyway, thank goodness for John’s ValuMart where the sun always shines and people return their carts.
More
Once a woman wouldn’t serve me in the UK because she thought I was American. Once someone said something bad about my favourite pub (grr that made me mad) and every day someone calls me Shannon.
Love Mum
xo
