I can't believe it is over a week since I posted here!..True, I did a post on The weathercheck blog and one on my
Snippets blog this week but it's not like me not to have come up with some drivel on here, my main blog!
The week has flown by with not much out of the ordinary happening, just the usual, dance class, spanish language group, shopping, cooking etc. Last Sunday I worked my shift as a Greeter but after the interchange I had with the dour Scotsman......Oh didn't I tell you about that did I??....

I was at my position in the foyer ready and willing to say "Hello" to anyone who would respond in kind when a middle-aged couple came in pushing an empty trolley, they were a third the way in when the wife spied a display with reduced household goods at the opposite end of the foyer near to the customer restaurant..she went over to have a look while Mr "Sourpuss" stood with his trolley quite close to me. A minute or two later the wife beckoned him over to look at the goods on display so he promptly left the trolley and crossed over to her.
Just then one of my friendly Porter colleagues, a guy of italian descent who is around my age popped in for a chat. He saw the trolley and went to hold it in order to push it back into the outdoor trolley bay as he thought it was abandoned. " I think that couple over there will be back for that trolley, Mario" I said.
"Oh", he said "we had better hold on to it then to make sure no other customers nick off with it"
So there we were Mario and I, two jolly 59 year olds having a nice chat and a laugh in the way that we are prone to do up here in the Wild West of Yorkshire ..a bit of banter, a joke and a laugh, when dolly day-dream (the wife) turned around and realised that her husband had abandoned the trolley and that we were propping ourselves up on it.
She rushed over to us with Mr Sourpuss" trailing behind.
"Sorry, sorry" she said "I didn't know he'd left it here"
"No worries" I replied..(now this is where I must have gone wrong) as I was still in banter mode I carried on to say " You can leave your trolleys anywhere you like 'love' (yorkshire accent required) but if you leave them in the middle of the foyer then they tend to go walkabout!"
At this Mario and myself had a little chuckle :)) but the couple didn't seem to get the joke :no:
She mouthed "Sorry" once more and he never even made eye contact, he just walked away with the same dour expression he came in with.

"Ah well, I thought "it takes all sorts" and thought nothing more about it...until about ten minutes later that is :##.

I was passing the cigarette kiosk when a colleague told me that there had been a chap at the customer service desk complaining about me in rather an irate manner.
Quick as a flash I crossed over to the desk where they informed me that Yes indeed, a man had complained and asked to speak to a Manager.
She had fielded the enquiry and written down the man's complaint..that being that he had never ever been spoken to in such a disgraceful and disrectful way before and all over him having left a trolley for a few minutes. He wanted assurances that the complaint would be passed on to a higher body and that I would be disciplined accordingly 88|
"Certainly Sir" she had said.
"What" I hissed "ask Mario what occurred"
"It's OK Isadora, we know what customers are like and we know you, it won't be passed on so don't worry"

I was sorely tempted to approach the aforementioned dour Scot on his way out (in my neutral professional voice, of course) but took some deep breaths instead and learnt the lesson from it.
The moral of the story is ...don't call anyone "Love" or try to be witty with anyone unless you know they have a sense of humour!

Ha!!...now I know why I didn't blog this before..'cos it's pathetic :roll:

Well, today my shift was spent in the Bakery where I spent a 'customer free' six hours labelling bread and advising teenagers on the pitfalls of free love :oops: :))

disclaimer: .....although this Scot was indeed dour..I fully understand that not all Scots are ..indeed my lovely departed mother was a full blooded Scot and she was one of the friendliest souls you could ever hope to meet.