As my 23rd birthday looms nearer and nearer, the Argos spring/summer catalogue launch promotional T-shirt I’m wearing sets the time of year to a tee. I may have moaned in previous years how my birthday always coincides with the same week as the seasonal launch of the country’s most favourite of books. Of course, it makes it harder to get the time off on the weekend, especially when in this case, my birthday falls rights on the launch weekend itself. Its something I’ve come to accept, not only as an Argos thing but also as a simple fact of life. I guess when you’re older you sometimes have no choice but to work on your birthday, just like you have no choice but to go to school on your birthday too. Sounds like sour grapes perhaps and maybe it is.
I am still fuming from an incident which occurred to me last week at the Prince of Wales. I was returning from the toilets to the table on which we were sat when I was summoned by one of the managers just as I was about to sit down. It was then he accused me of spitting onto the ground and gave me a stern warning about my conduct when I am in a pub. I of course would not do such a disgusting thing and despite my protests, this jumped-up power-tripped moron continued to lay down the law and was adamant that I had disgraced the floor. I was relatively clam at the time, especially as I wanted to stay and have the drink I paid for. But why is that these bar staff think they are God or some kind of quasi-king, disregarding any sense of hospitality or common manners that I, as I a paying customer, am entitled to. Indeed I will be writing to the company and I will state exactly how I feel. I guess I cannot expect much feedback – at the end of the day its his word against mine – but if I can remind them of the simple consumer motto I will be a lot happier to step into the ‘Prince again. The customer is always right because he or she keeps you in a job. Comprende?
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