Taansend wrote:My work colleagues get irritated when the old Snowbirds argue with me about my "Australian Accent".
It amuses me but they get all agitated.
And the old ones won't give up either. "No, I spent 2 days in London on a tour of Europe. You sound nothing like Petrov who was our waiter at the hotel"
I got talking to a group of 5 'cougars' in Greece during the Summer. They thought I was an Aussie.
Preparatory cream should sort it, if not I suggest going to see your medical practitioner
gonna need a bigger boat...my thumbs have gone weird...weleese bwian...I didn't eat the salmon mousse...nice beaver...like a glove...I have nipples Greg...the details of my life...he's not the messiah....
Because I get irritated at pretty much every fucking thing, my doctor prescribed me some chill out pills.
Only fucking thing was they cost $150 for 30 fucking pills which made me even more irritated.
The myth 'the customer is always right'. Never heard so much bollocks, very rarely is the customer right.
Amen to that. I worked in a retail store for 5 years and in those 5 years I found customers not always right but 90% of the time they were snobby cunts. Lasting 5 years and not doing time in belmarsh was a miracle
