Vinegar, tirades and thought
I was driving today to visit some clients in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. I often stop off at the Lawson Pie shop / Bakery when I do. The pies, Sausage rolls are scrumptious. I normally always have a water for a chaser and continue on from there. Though today I was feeling like a chicken thigh, so I went next door and asked for one, with a hint of chicken salt and dash of vinegar. I then stood and listened to a tirade of the male shop assistant / owner telling me how poor my culinary taste was, and how strange I am for requesting such an obscure inedible ting such as vinegar and on it went. I smiled, zoned out and on departing from the shop, heard him say to the next customer "Isn't that strange?"
I went to a bench outside, sat down consumed my vinegar covered chicken and water and then reflected on the whole silly situation with some degree of mirth. I find it also touched with regret that he cannot simply allow the customer to get what he / she wants without the lecture, and without the fanfare. I have known people who put peanut butter on ice-cream, I don't. I know people who love pickled onions and pickled cucumbers, I don't. I know people who like foods of many descriptions that I choose, rightly or wrongly not to eat. But I embrace the fact that people have the right to choose what they want to eat. I love that right and find it hard to imagine a reason that would cause someone to condemn another's choice. I pad for the food,not the lecture.
Whatever happened to the notion that the customer is king? I live by a philosophy that is based on a premise and truth, that customers make pay days possible for all of us, and my customers are always treated with respect, irrespective of their choice.
I have been so busy of late, much busier than I imagined, and very tired. But I have been in my element. I have loved meeting a raft of new people and I cannot wipe the smile from off my face as I imagine that someone upstairs has opened up many doors and avenues for me to experience and meet people who seem to allow other doors previously shut and whose openings were invisible to me, to now become available. I feel very grateful to be able and gifted with the ability to see and capture moments that would otherwise be lost.
I went to a bench outside, sat down consumed my vinegar covered chicken and water and then reflected on the whole silly situation with some degree of mirth. I find it also touched with regret that he cannot simply allow the customer to get what he / she wants without the lecture, and without the fanfare. I have known people who put peanut butter on ice-cream, I don't. I know people who love pickled onions and pickled cucumbers, I don't. I know people who like foods of many descriptions that I choose, rightly or wrongly not to eat. But I embrace the fact that people have the right to choose what they want to eat. I love that right and find it hard to imagine a reason that would cause someone to condemn another's choice. I pad for the food,not the lecture.
Whatever happened to the notion that the customer is king? I live by a philosophy that is based on a premise and truth, that customers make pay days possible for all of us, and my customers are always treated with respect, irrespective of their choice.
I have been so busy of late, much busier than I imagined, and very tired. But I have been in my element. I have loved meeting a raft of new people and I cannot wipe the smile from off my face as I imagine that someone upstairs has opened up many doors and avenues for me to experience and meet people who seem to allow other doors previously shut and whose openings were invisible to me, to now become available. I feel very grateful to be able and gifted with the ability to see and capture moments that would otherwise be lost.
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