
Originally Posted by
dpex
I feel the need to fess on this one.
Maybe I need a life or something, but I have to admit to getting a bit of a chuckle from walking in, helmet on, visor up, hand over my cash-card, do all the button-pushing and, before the transaction comes up as 'accepted', simply walk away.
I did that once, recently, at a lunch-bar in Whenuapai, then sat down at one of their outside tables to eat, helmet off, of course.
Next minute this Asian chick rushes out, looks up and down the street, her eye pass right past me. Then she dives back inside, has a loud Asian discussion with the boss and races outside again. Finally, having scoured the horizon the the fleeing malefactor she looks at me and, tremulously asked, 'Did you buy food?'
'Yup.'
Frown. 'Di you use a cash car?'
'Yup.'
I'm in full leathers and look like someone you'd want to photo to sell as pinups to scare the kids away at Halloween. And on the table is my helmet.
The Asian kid has watched to many bad-arsed-biker news programmes. I could almost smell the fear.
'I...I thing, Zir, you cash car din were!'
We solved the prob. All this over $5-75. Apparently, I'd failed to press 'enter'.
It's a big cultural difference, eh? For $5-75 I'd have just thought" what the hell". But in Asian society, the loss of such a sum is, apparently, near Titanic in proportion.
I also have to fess to having fun walking into Indian-owned dairies, helmet on, visor up, and asking for a discount.
I mean, walking dressed in a suit and asking an Indian dairy-owner for a discount is tantamount to swearing at the Queen. But to do so in a helmet?
Hmmm. Perhaps, in the light of recent events, this might not be a good look in future. Just imagine.....
Rahjid Singh freaks out and smashes innocent motorbycilist over the helmet with a baseball bat. Innocent motorbyclist insists Rahjid pay for a new helmet....and asks him to work on his customer-service.
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