Comments on: The red mist descends

By: Iota

Iota — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:18:40 +0000

And now you say you secretly like it in Walmart! Get on your dashing white charger and joust your way over there, then. They do curtains, I’m sure (though perhaps not ones that would tickle her ladyship’s fancy).

By: Iota

Iota — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:14:52 +0000

I think the whole story sounds like a fairy tale. You, the ardent suitor of The Special One’s, so anxious to win her favour that you take on a challenge that lesser mortals would think impossible. You battle giants, solve riddles, slay dragons, and purchase curtains.

Except you didn’t…

By: Expat Mum

Expat Mum — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:35:05 +0000

Ha ha – you big girl’s blouse. Actually taking the “mean” approach doesn’t work either half the time. They have what you need and if you piss ‘em off they just walk off and leave you. I used to write lots of letters complaining about this type of thing, and naming names. You’d be amazed at how much free stuff you can get my way of compensation!!!

By: Lisa

Lisa — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 02:38:36 +0000

Your fellow New Yorkers haven’t properly assimilated you.

We went into No Frills looking for porcini mushrooms. The guy went to the dried mexican food section, did not find mushrooms amongst the chilis and tamale wrappers, and gave up entirely.

At least we had his attention for the duration of his brief attempt to help us.

By: Silverback

Silverback — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:13:34 +0000

Well done, Dylan. We’re proud of you. Two years in NYC and you still retain all the traits of a civilized and uncomplaining nation.

I do hope you turned at the door as you left and in true Rhett Butler style, uttered a very loud ‘tut’ just to REALLY show those people that they’d upset a person of superior breeding.

Her Majesty (or more likeley Phil The Greek) will no doubt be in touch with news of your New Year’s gong.

By: Brooklyn

Brooklyn — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:41:45 +0000

Dylan:

I’m afraid you have just “outed” yourself as a NYC newbie. You’ve been here two years, but how many classes did you cut (is there a different UK universiy term for skipping a class)?

Everyone I know is aware that Century 22 (How many hours did you spend coming up with that clever alias? Submit your application to for membership in the Algonquin Round Table tout suite) presents a Faustian offer: Save money if you consent to the torture of poor service, and at the Manhattan branch, hordes of tourists from every continent except Antarctica.

My wife won’t even step in the door. I limit myself to customer service transparent purchases like socks and belts.

How would a Londoner react to American complaints of rain and fog, or a Parisian react (if he or she even bothered to) to American complaints of indifference and condescension?
Each would say: “What did you expect?”

Bad service at Century 22? What did you expect?

What you did was begin an assault on Mt. Everest and gave up halfway to the top when you first realized when you were on the slope that the summit was too high. No wonder you complain about the conditions, you did’t prss on to the payoff. Who knows how much you would have saved if you persevered?

Come to think of it, Century 22 is a metaphor for life for those who are not born with a silver sppon in our mouths: Success takes effort and life can be “poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”

By: Jennyta

Jennyta — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:14:33 +0000

It sounds very much like my experience at Homebase over here but I was not so nice to them as you!