Two unrelated thoughts
Jul. 6th, 2013 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
According to the new stats on my home page, my LJ is at number 1 003 632 in the Top LJ blogs list.
...Really? I didn't think I was that popular. I expected to be down at the two-and-a-half million mark at the very best.
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Yesterday I listened to a man demanding to get an ice-cream for 45p. The sign displaying the prices was supposed to read £1.45, but the £1 bit had dropped off or been removed. Technically, yes, the stand had to sell him the ice cream for 45p, since that was what the sign said, even if it was incorrect. But the man banged on so much about "this is my right," "I know my rights," that I got thoroughly sick of him. It was an ice cream; that's not a right, it's a privilege - an extremely rare privilege, which he only has access to because he happened to be born in the right culture at the right time.
He got his ice cream eventually - for a long time the guy manning the stand couldn't believe that he was being serious about the whole thing - and it was only after I had walked away that I realised that what I should have done was to walk up the counter and slap down a pound coin myself. And if the man wittered on any more about his "rights", I should have told him, "You also have the right to remain silent. Please exercise that right."
...I hate only knowing what I should have done after the whole thing is over.
...Really? I didn't think I was that popular. I expected to be down at the two-and-a-half million mark at the very best.
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Yesterday I listened to a man demanding to get an ice-cream for 45p. The sign displaying the prices was supposed to read £1.45, but the £1 bit had dropped off or been removed. Technically, yes, the stand had to sell him the ice cream for 45p, since that was what the sign said, even if it was incorrect. But the man banged on so much about "this is my right," "I know my rights," that I got thoroughly sick of him. It was an ice cream; that's not a right, it's a privilege - an extremely rare privilege, which he only has access to because he happened to be born in the right culture at the right time.
He got his ice cream eventually - for a long time the guy manning the stand couldn't believe that he was being serious about the whole thing - and it was only after I had walked away that I realised that what I should have done was to walk up the counter and slap down a pound coin myself. And if the man wittered on any more about his "rights", I should have told him, "You also have the right to remain silent. Please exercise that right."
...I hate only knowing what I should have done after the whole thing is over.