Resistance is Phutile

Grumpy Londoners.

Stood in the bakers a minute ago, I felt a nudge in my back. It felt like the kind of nudge a friend might give as they crept up behind you to say hello, so I thought I was about to find a familiar face.

Nope.

Instead, a sullen stare meets my investigation. Offering no explanation, the nudger left it to me to speak first. "What?" He pointed towards the counter: "You're being served." It's not that he barked this response at me, but the tone was defiantly grumpy. Even though I know the girl behind the counter is waiting for the lady in front to pay, I turn around and make sure she's not waiting to serve me. Wish I hadn't, because I knew she wasn't, and it would have been better to tell him he was wrong without even looking round. Anyway, I turn back towards him and tell him look, she's not ready to serve me, and what does he do? He just maintains his stony disposition and looks away from me. Am I being pedantic or overly sensitive or something, or am I right in thinking a little apology or just some form of speech would have been an appropriate response from him?

I honestly do not understand why people walk around with such a bad attitude all the time. I don't know about other cities, but London is absolutely full of these unpleasant individuals seemingly intent on turning everybody else's day sour. The example I just gave is fairly minor, admittedly, although it did irk me nonetheless. But much worse awaits the visitor to this city who has the bad luck of running into one of these miserable gits.

Oops, look at the time. I'd love to carry on moaning about the moaners, but I've got to get to work.

posted by Phu @ 11:03 am