Entering into the Twighlight Zone!

Customer @ well known "coffee" drive-thru: "I'd like a non-fat iced caramel latte please."

CDT (Coffee Drive Thru): "Do you want whipped cream on that?"

Customer: "No thanks."

CDT: "Okay, just drive on up to the first window."

At Window:

Customer on being handed a coffee with whip: "I asked for no whip please."

Customer on being handed a new coffee without whip: "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask for a couple of bottles of water please?"

CDT : "That'll be $3.64"

Customer hands over money and waits for water: "Did you take the water off this money?" ($3.64 seems mighty cheap!!)

CDT: "What?"

Customer: "It seems cheap, did you include the water. Two bottles of water please."

CDT: "What do you want?"

Customer: "Water?"

CDT leaves to get CDT 2 to "interpret" the foreign language being spoken by the customer

CDT2 comes to window: "What was it you wanted?"

Customer: "Water please?"

CDT2: "What's that?"

Customer: "Er.........(hesitation for this question to sink in!!) that clear stuff that normally comes out of taps, but I want the bottled kind."

CDT2 attempts to hand over chocolate milk in a bottle.

Customer:" Warrrrrrdddder???"

CDT2: finally hands over two bottles of the clear stuff.

CD1: "That'll be $3.64 please!"

Rant!

You know, if you are a parent, you are damned if you do, and damned if you don't! If you discipline your children publicly with any kind of harshness you are likely to become the recipient of tuts, stares and reprimanding. If you discipline the way I like to, with quiet explanation, firmness and calmness, you receive the type of abuse I am going to talk about and are blamed for not disciplining your children - you can't win!

On Friday, I "shouted" at an old lady? Do I feel bad - no not one iota!

Friday was grandparent's day at the mini Beehive's school. My mum had flown in from the UK the night before for a very highly anticipated trip. The children were very excited, in particular LMB. During the morning, her grandmother had spent time in her classroom. After the event we decided to round it off with lunch at a "family friendly" restaurant.

Within a few minutes of sitting down I could hear the elderly lady behind me talking in a very loud voice to her companions about the state of the US, how universities are just full of foreigners, children are undisciplined blah blah- you have probably heard this type of conversation several times in your own lives, so I won't bore you.

I just inwardly smiled and ignored it.

Little Miss Beehive was very tired, and was being acting up more because of that. She had had a morning in school with her grandmother and no recess to expel the energy. She liked to look in the mirror next to us, that involved standing on the seat. I explained on more than one occasion that she needed to sit. However, the restaurant was busy, the service wasn't as fast as we hoped, but she was being quiet, just bouncy. This bouncyness btw, had no impact on the diners, she didn't bother anyone other than me and I was coping fine with it.

At one point, she decided to go to the bathroom (this was the second exodus to go!) She got down and mum went with her and I noticed she had no shoes on, so I called after mum to take them.

It was at this point that the elderly lady behind me said in a very loud voice - "Dreadful behaviour, such unruly children, this is what I mean....."

I turned and stared at her in disbelief.

She continued to her cronies.

"I think she heard me."

I am afraid I turned around, the red mist came down.........

"Too right I heard you! I object to sitting here listening to you talking about my children like that when you know NOTHING about us. Keep your opinions to yourself!"

She did, however, I was shaking by then. I couldn't eat my lunch.

What IS it with some elderly people that they think that THAT kind of behaviour is any the less unruly, rude or dreadful than a three year old running to a bathroom without shoes???
Little Miss Beehive is three, she has had three years to become well behaved, well mannered and polite, she isn't perfect, but she is getting there. This old bat, has had seventy plus years to achieve this and still hasn't managed it.........hmmmmm, I wonder who was the more unruly and ill mannered???

Is it cos I is.......

a cheeky cockney Londoner guv??

So firstly:

What IS it with the letter H in the English language?

UK:

Since when has an H been a Hay-tch?? As far as I ever knew it was Aitch. Perhaps, in my inferior knowledge, it is just part of the estate agent training manual, because in all, yes ALL, my communication with them over the last couple of weeks, every darned one has pronounced aitch the same way and the lilt on the hAYtch is nauseating!!!! Perhaps there is a secret Estate Agent school where they practice the accent...........or perhaps I should be looking for a house in Scotland??

US:
And then on the other side of the pond there is a complete dismissal of the fact that H in front of a word, generally makes the sound "hu" so Hotel, Herb, Happy, Hungry. For the majority of words on pages 486 - 685 of my dictionary the H is not silent, nor do my American friends pronouce it as such until I am offered a cup of "Erbal tea" or asked what "Erbs" I put in the casserole? !!!!!

And then there is this...................


Cabinet for girl who wanted 'Cab, innit?'
A teenager reportedly ended up with a cabinet instead of a taxi because she asked directory inquiries for a "cab, innit".
According to The Sun, the Londoner, 19, wanted a taxi to take her to Bristol airport, and first used the Cockney rhyming slang "Joe Baxi".
When the operator told her she couldn't find anyone by that name, the teen replied: "It ain't a person, it's a cab, innit."
The operator then found the nearest cabinet shop, Displaysense, and put the girl through.
She then spoke to a bemused saleswoman and eventually demanded: "Look love, how hard is it? All I want is your cheapest cab, innit. I need it for 10am. How much is it?"
The sales adviser said it would be £180 and the girl gave her address and paid with a credit card. The next morning, an office cabinet was delivered to her South London home.
The firm, of Bishop's Stretford, Hers, has now apologised and refunded her cash after the mix-up two weeks ago.
Marketing manager Steve Whittle said: "We thought it was a joke at first but the girl was absolutely livid. We have suggested that maybe she should speak a bit clearer on the phone."


Do I laugh, do I cry...............or per'aps it is cos I is a snob..............innit??!