I saw the oddest thing today. I was buying some "odds and sods" at Boots the chemist today and I swear that the guy serving me was Errol Brown's love child! The poor guy was obviously new and coping rather well with the large queue forming, considering the lack of support from the rest of the staff.
And what did he have to attract their attention?
Did he have a phone? No.
A buzzer under the counter? No.
A walkie-talkie perhaps? No.
The poor guy had a tiny brass bell to ring! *ting-a-ling-a-ling* Now how humiliating is that? I couldn't believe my eyes (or my ears for that matter). I mean working in those kinds of places is pretty crap anyway, but to have to ring this tiny bell, well, it's hardly a wonder they can't get the staff these days.