Maybe I'm a cynic
No way! You are just so not going to believe this. I phoned England again, to make what I believed would be yet another futile-but-amusing attempt to purchase a train ticket from London to Edinburgh.
Strangely, though, it wasn't. It was not only successful, it was almost pleasant. The ticket agent was intelligent, coherent and helpful. I didn't have to spell Ontario even once! She'd already heard of it.
My ticket is booked. I paid the price I wanted to pay. I got the seat I wanted to get. I'll be travelling at the time I wanted to go.
Something must be wrong.
Strangely, though, it wasn't. It was not only successful, it was almost pleasant. The ticket agent was intelligent, coherent and helpful. I didn't have to spell Ontario even once! She'd already heard of it.
My ticket is booked. I paid the price I wanted to pay. I got the seat I wanted to get. I'll be travelling at the time I wanted to go.
Something must be wrong.
this is the word of sic @
10:55
2 Comments:
Yay!
By
Kate the Peon, at 8:28 p.m.
See, here in the UK we have equal opportunities legilsation which means that firms have to employ a certain proportion of sensible competent people. The trick is finding them.
By
Martin Locock, at 7:23 a.m.
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