Wednesday

Work, Work , Work.
A typical conversation with one of the darling general public.
ME: Hello can I help (because im a lovely customer service representative)
Old Lady: Yes helllo can you tell me where the toilets are and how long the show goes for
Me: The toilets are down the hall around the corner past the bar, and the show goes for 2hrs 45min which includes the 20 min interval.
This follows with the usual little old lady chatter where they tell all sorts of things and punctuate each sentence with "that was before you were born" or " you wouldn't remember that would you" in that old lady patronising way and i have to continue grinning at them like an idiot becasue thats customer service.
Then this little old lady suddenly stops talking looks over her shoulder and turns back to me and says with a note of panic in her voice
Old Lady: "WHERE"S KIRRALEE"
Me (internal): what are you talking about you crazy old wmen who the FUCK is kirallee.
Me: Im sorry, I beg your pardon.
Old Lady: YOU! lost my friend
at this point she hustles away and leaves me staring at the space she just vacated which is very soon filled by another lovely member of the general public with more inane observations to share with me, becasue im standing behind a counter apparently I give a shit what you think.