I wish I could be more assertive when I'm served poor food, but I'm a bit of a pussy. I can't think of many occasions when it was necessary though.
My sister inherited the confident complainer genes in my family. My ears still burn when I think of a meal we went out for which ended up with her calling over the manager when her dish wasn't served with the beetroot chutney as advertised. I mean, she was in the right, but her manner was, and still is, so haughty that I was virtually on the manager's side by the end.
My sister inherited the confident complainer genes in my family. My ears still burn when I think of a meal we went out for which ended up with her calling over the manager when her dish wasn't served with the beetroot chutney as advertised. I mean, she was in the right, but her manner was, and still is, so haughty that I was virtually on the manager's side by the end.
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