Dear Girl In The Sushi Shop,
Do you really think that customer service in hospitality means talking in a high-pitched voice? Do you realise that everytime you go up at the end of a sentence with a question (soy, wasabi or ginger?) your voice stays up, and just keeps getting higher?
I heard you laugh when you were talking to your colleague. I know you have a real voice in there somewhere, and it sounds beautiful. Why do you insist on using a fake, high voice when you speak to your customers?
Everytime I order sushi, I hope you don't serve me. Simply because your "customer" voice grates on me the same way as nails on a chalkboard.
Dear Sushi Girl. Please talk normally. If you carry on like this, it won't be long before your voice is in the realm of the dog-whistle, and I won't be able to hear you at all.
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it's the old story - will he? won't he? and what will she do in the meantime, to get ready if he does, and to keep herself occupied if he doesn't.
NaBloPoMo Scavenger Hunt. Where I collect interesting items from the blogs I visit in November.
- 1. Wolf Spider
- 2. Hot Spiced Sangria
- 3. Shower curtain
- 4. Hedgerow
- 5. Cosplay
- 6. Icelandic sheep
- 7. Petrified alligator foot
- 8. Wedding vows
- 9. Skipping rope
- 10. Mr. Mc Grumpypants
- 11. Calf poop
- 12. Fuchsia feather boa
- 13. Seychelles
- 14 Cork flooring
- 15. Speeding ticket
- 16. A happy postman
- 17. Snow globe Christmas Ornament
- 18. Paneer Achari
- 19. Two chinchillas
- 20. Litter box
- 21. 1812 Overture
- 22. The funny uncle
- 23. High school sweetheart
- 24. Scambaiting
- 25. Hollywood foreheads
- 26. Don Quixote
- 27. Caterpillars
- 28. Te-maki
- 29. Spieluttering
- 30. Blog bling
About Me
- Nerevised
- About 3 years ago I met a lovely New Zealand boy in an Auckland bar one night, and one thing led to another, as it does when a footloose, fancy free person is out of their own country. Nothing original in that. What made it interesting was that this Kiwi and I stayed in touch. A few emails led to a hot and heavy phone affair, which led to another visit to New Zealand by me. There will be more details of this saga to come later, but for now it is enough to say that things went drastically pear-shaped during this trip, and that was the end of the affair. Or so I thought. This Kiwi is one tenacious caller, and despite my repeated attempts to sever the ties, he never let me. We have been in touch, on and off, ever since. He has had at least 3 serious girlfriends since me, but they have all failed. The lastest relationship is also dodgy, and now he seems to be entertaining the idea of exploring the length and breadth of our indefinable relationship once and for all. This blog is a bit about the continuing story (and occasional historic flashbacks) of what happens now in my life, with or without him.
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4 comments:
So, like, is that for here??? or to go??? do you, like, need chopsticks??? That'll be 4.95??? Have a nice day???
I had to share! High pitched voices....I had this hair stylist that did the most amazing things with my dried out, wiry grays and all mop-- but I dreaded booking with her. I HATED how she spoke to me like I was three (she had to be twenty years younger than I was). And what's with the "we" crap?
High childish voice: "Do WE want to go shorter this time?" "WE like to be able to change a style now and then, don't WE".
I always wondered if I just sat there and spoke gibberish if she might just shut up and cut.
I feel your pain! I have a little sister that did this for years. She claims she couldn't help it, but we would hear here speaking in a normal tone when she thought no one else was around. Very strange.
hahaha! Good job :)
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