I wasn't sure whether it was my poor hearing or just rudeness on the part of the lady (and I use that term in its broadest possible sense) who serves me tea every morning in the canteen, but I always make a point of saying "Good morning", and have never heard anything in response. So, curiosity (which I wish would kill my cat as he's obviously in the employment of the devil) got the better of me and I actually looked her in the face this morning....and my fears were immediately realised....she said nothing. It's rudeness on a scale I often encounter in London but do my best not to perpetrate.
Tomorrow I shall try to engage her in conversation about the inclement weather, and no doubt this time next year we will be having theological discourses about the rights of man.
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