Real conversation snippits from a municipal parking department in Canada, where in one conversation as a clerk I manage to get battered up with the words 'sweet-heart, darling, angel' ...and then subsequently battered with the words 'b*tch, Nazi, and fascist'.
Friday, 19 August 2011
Godfather Part 2
Me: Good morning, Parking - how can I help you?
Italian Man: Hallo. So. I let it slide yesterday but no today. Not again. So. There are 3 trucks here now, one in the no parking, one in front of the meter. No, wait. The fire hydrant. So. This is bad and there needs to be a lesson so they have some respect on my street.
Me: Okay, and the address?
Italian Man: [******says address******] Now. I know I call. You probably know me, huh? Yes. (small laugh) So, I call in to get them to have respect. I know they mess up, and we all mess up, I mess up. I’m not better. But, I live in Alberta for 24 years and then I didn't know respect until now. So, you know, I used to park on the street, I smoke cigarettes, I tried the drugs even, I did all the things these do. I had suspended license for 3 years and drove all over. Nobody taught me a lesson. So, now. So. I do that. I am saying that respect is respect is respect. Okay? Understand?
Me: Yes, definitely. Okay, so I’ll get someone out there right away.
Italian Man: Good then. Well done. Bye.