I like to complain about the service we receive from the telephone to the dustbin.
And extending to most other service providers.
Even the shops we frequent tend to degenerate after the opening fanfare and marching father Christmases.
Our roads are like a mortar test rang while sewerage has become a national water feature especially when it is directed at the roads. Oh, heavenly odour.
I must give my municipal staff praise for their innovative methods of reading metres:
They don’t. Consider now all the hours the poor workers can save and hopefully tjaila early.
A tenant prior to myself absconded and left a rather large unpaid account;. He left 4 years ago and the bailiff made a visitation only once and requested that I repost the legal letters and demands.
Like hell I will.
In the four years I stayed in the house there was not a single account sent to me. Visits were made to the municipal offices, forms were filled in and signed yet nothing came of it. Yet every month there is an account for my predecessor.
The tax man demands that I submit my returnes and other forms before such and such a date. Left the house just before 7AM and waited in a line which was growing by the minute. I was number 5.
Wild doves and pigeons seem to receive preference from the Tax Man. As I was obediently waiting for the doors to open I felt a tap on my shoulder.
The tax man’s pigeons,. resting on the roof, had decided to add insult to injury by crapping on me.
So I go in, number five, in a lavatorial mood and sent to room 12 to be assessed.
The assessor had the attitude that he was carrying the finances of the entire country on his shoulders. He demanded an Interest certificate which I duly hand to him.
He looked at it a second and handed it back saying it was not valid for 2011, despite that the correct date was on the certificate.
The temperature outside is increasing like that under my collar.
I take the certificate back to the bank and the manager scrutinised it for a second or two and merely shook her head in fury: apparently this happened several times.
I must return to Tax Man next week and point out the correct dates on the certificate. Amazing how a line can decrease in length when one has left it.
Amazing how accurate wild pigeons are.
I enter a supermarket and am greeted at the door. I fill my basket and approach the cashier. I am greeted cordially and pay for the goods.
She says “goodbye and please come back again”. This may sound snotty but I felt good.
Walk pass a stall selling frying pans.
About five guys try to sell me one pan which I reject. Had it been a more professional lady I may have bought 5.
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