It's beeling, loudly, as in BEELIN' (forget the G) and clench your knuckles tight, and make a face like an orangutang. That is how I do it when I am bealing.
Yes! I have been known to leave a very full trolley at a supermarket checkout when the idiot cashier has pissed me off - OH embarrassed but what the heck. I have changed banks, loudly, after cashiers have thought it was my privilege to have my money there. I have walked out of restaurants where service is not present and so on.
When we decided to change the kitchen in this new home we went to IKEA in Nantes because it has a decent online kitchen planner but wanted to check organising features and electro stuff in person. Thousands of euros later we needed help with a quartz worktop and a backspalsh and finsihing twiddles but no-one wanted to help. One was about to go on coffee break, another finishing his shift and another not trained. The dept manager wasn't prepared to help so I told her what she could do with her several thousand euros worth of cupboards+worktops+electro stuff+installation. Her jaw dropped in surprise and I wrote a letter to head office. e bought our kitchen locally and it's great.
People in service industries need to recognise they are there to serve, and paid to do it.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Acallipygian frog sloomed on his smaragdine stone in the cooling, subfusk evening, after acorybantic day. He woke and swiped the gowl from his canthus. The petrichor rose; his toe touched a samara and sent it spinning across the pond. He wanted to go for a dip, for a little mulm munching, just a nurdle, a stivel, to avoid becoming wamblecropt. He worried endlessly about kummerspeck (his mother gave him a hard time), but calmed his trullibubs cacoethes. He flyped his stripey socks and did up his tight waistcoat. Feeling sprunk, he sprunt to the waters edge and looked into the deep waters. 'What a gongoozler!' thebobolinkshooted.
'What an agelast!
' snickered the snartlegogs. 'What an mumpsimus!' whispered the mouldwarps in the galingale. 'But oh, thegumusservi!' sighed the frog, sipping a twall,ensorcelled by the shinrin-yoku.
'Mokita', nodded the coot.
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When we decided to change the kitchen in this new home we went to IKEA in Nantes because it has a decent online kitchen planner but wanted to check organising features and electro stuff in person. Thousands of euros later we needed help with a quartz worktop and a backspalsh and finsihing twiddles but no-one wanted to help. One was about to go on coffee break, another finishing his shift and another not trained. The dept manager wasn't prepared to help so I told her what she could do with her several thousand euros worth of cupboards+worktops+electro stuff+installation. Her jaw dropped in surprise and I wrote a letter to head office. e bought our kitchen locally and it's great.
People in service industries need to recognise they are there to serve, and paid to do it.
I salute your sesquipedalian unultracrepidarism. Prunk tamaviaartumik to you.
Obelixx, it's a shame they weren't on commission.