Same Goes
for fast food staff.

Just because I'm drunk as a lord don't treat me like a leper. I say please, thank you and don't piss on the carpet.

When I was last working in London I had the best take-away place - ever. I was working from 7 in the morning until 9 at night and couldn't be arsed cooking at the end of the day so I'd ring up the same Chinese take-away every night. I ended up being treated like a member of the family or an honored guest. They were *always* giving me extra dishes or adding in little pots of new stuff to try.

Thank God I was staying with a mate and his family or I'd have ended up the size of a small house.

I miss them....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Mon 23 Feb 2009, 10:19, Reply)