The Worst Kind of Ex-Pat
10/11/08 19:59 Filed in: Personal
You know, working in the service industry means having to put up with the worst kinds of people and having to smile back at them.
Case in point. Tonight, instead of the usual 5 minute pleasantries rewarded with a key to my hotel room; I had to put up with a 30 minute diatribe of the worst order. Our players are two
The poor receptionist, in the hotel I'm staying all week, has just had to put up with the very worst kind of Ex-Pat. This pair of moaning coffin dodgers are on a visit home to Milton Keynes partly for a funeral and partly to see their grandson. Frankly, it sounded more like their funeral.
They didn't like the weather - Well, here's a surprise... it's November. What did you expect? 30c and blue skies!
They didn't like the roads - Although they did admit that they were better! No, I don't understand that either.
Then we had to suffer the virtues of Cyprus (Greek) rammed down our throats like a sweaty Kebab.
Now I'm sure that Cyprus is a wonderful place full of interesting and exciting people. But there two biggest selling points were:
So in other words.... What they hated about the UK was our Nanny State law about sharing their addiction to cancer and our Draconian view of drink driving.
The patriac of the pair added "We're not coming back. We've not missed England."
I guys my only reply to that would be "It's not missed you."
Oh, and before I forget. The reason I was dragged into this conversation was that the woman was complaining bitterly that her 'cheap as anything' Cyprus Pay as you Go phone wasn't working. She also bragged about how cheap it was because it was actually operated by an African provider. But sadly, Vodafone weren't impressed by her international roaming credentials. Who would have thunk it! As the late Bill Hicks would say.
Case in point. Tonight, instead of the usual 5 minute pleasantries rewarded with a key to my hotel room; I had to put up with a 30 minute diatribe of the worst order. Our players are two
The poor receptionist, in the hotel I'm staying all week, has just had to put up with the very worst kind of Ex-Pat. This pair of moaning coffin dodgers are on a visit home to Milton Keynes partly for a funeral and partly to see their grandson. Frankly, it sounded more like their funeral.
They didn't like the weather - Well, here's a surprise... it's November. What did you expect? 30c and blue skies!
They didn't like the roads - Although they did admit that they were better! No, I don't understand that either.
Then we had to suffer the virtues of Cyprus (Greek) rammed down our throats like a sweaty Kebab.
Now I'm sure that Cyprus is a wonderful place full of interesting and exciting people. But there two biggest selling points were:
- They could smoke anywhere.
- Drink was 60 pence a litre and you could drink a litre in a day and still feel fine to drive.
So in other words.... What they hated about the UK was our Nanny State law about sharing their addiction to cancer and our Draconian view of drink driving.
The patriac of the pair added "We're not coming back. We've not missed England."
I guys my only reply to that would be "It's not missed you."
Oh, and before I forget. The reason I was dragged into this conversation was that the woman was complaining bitterly that her 'cheap as anything' Cyprus Pay as you Go phone wasn't working. She also bragged about how cheap it was because it was actually operated by an African provider. But sadly, Vodafone weren't impressed by her international roaming credentials. Who would have thunk it! As the late Bill Hicks would say.
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