Maybe I am becoming a grouchy old man looking at negativity rather than the brighter side of things. Perhaps I have a sour puss face face with a perpetual frown that turns people off. Could it be that I am a nag? Or maybe my appearance and demeanour do not warrant salutations.
You do your transactions, you pay your bills and what do you get? Silence. You end up thanking them for fleecing you off your hard earned money. You pay them and thank them. How did it come to this? Whatever happened to mutual respect and social etiquette?
You may wonder why do I keep on going to this same outlet in spite of their lethargic treatment of customers. I should just take their business elsewhere. It is not that their spread and splendour of their delicacies outweigh any shortcomings on their part. Neither am I performing a social experiment to determine the number of visits they need to reciprocate wishes. It is by mere convenience that I often land up grabbing a bite or two when I am on the go.
This is what happens when our people refuse to break their back but instead sublet their business to foreigners who bring their style of communications, hygiene and standards to our land. Some countries bring in helping hands to help around but set the standards that they want from the outset.
Here, nothing like that happens. Everything happens on autopilot. Instead of bring the country one notch higher than the backwaters that our ancestors who found this place, we seem to be content seeing our country spiral back to the standards left by people from the lands of volcano spirit, shamans and have more passports with their photos than they can count. Each passport has a different name so much so that they cannot remember their parents' given name anymore.
We are still waiting for that someone to whip everything back to its place. Superman, where are you when we need for you. What we have are many Suparmans only!
You do your transactions, you pay your bills and what do you get? Silence. You end up thanking them for fleecing you off your hard earned money. You pay them and thank them. How did it come to this? Whatever happened to mutual respect and social etiquette?You may wonder why do I keep on going to this same outlet in spite of their lethargic treatment of customers. I should just take their business elsewhere. It is not that their spread and splendour of their delicacies outweigh any shortcomings on their part. Neither am I performing a social experiment to determine the number of visits they need to reciprocate wishes. It is by mere convenience that I often land up grabbing a bite or two when I am on the go.
This is what happens when our people refuse to break their back but instead sublet their business to foreigners who bring their style of communications, hygiene and standards to our land. Some countries bring in helping hands to help around but set the standards that they want from the outset.
Here, nothing like that happens. Everything happens on autopilot. Instead of bring the country one notch higher than the backwaters that our ancestors who found this place, we seem to be content seeing our country spiral back to the standards left by people from the lands of volcano spirit, shamans and have more passports with their photos than they can count. Each passport has a different name so much so that they cannot remember their parents' given name anymore.
We are still waiting for that someone to whip everything back to its place. Superman, where are you when we need for you. What we have are many Suparmans only!
