A mother and son was asking for directions at the entrance to the train station - a little under-dressed for the glitzy shopping that beckons passengers exiting the station. Although, an ah-ma top, washed-out tee, and a pair of picked up berms don't exactly constitute under-dressing. I just call it casual wear.
And because of that, the lady they approached for directions to the nearest toilet did not appear too friendly or helpful. Or maybe I was wrong. And perhaps I am overtly sensitive about passerbys who seem to be giving them that snobbish look. Whatever the situation, I just felt totally moodless for anything at all thereafter.
I felt like throwing up.
Did you know that, if you pluck your confidence up a little, do a wise-crack, smile tons in a neatly pressed shirt and seamless pants, you get better service anywhere?
Fast paced or not, this gap is widening. You can see it for yourself.
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