36. Mum’s Customer Service – Lesson 2: If you don’t like it …

Beans … 1s 6d a pound.

Customer: I can get beans for threepence cheaper down the road.

Tone derisive, abrasive.

Provocative.

Provokes steely gaze, and vocal tone the equivalent of claws ripping.

Mum: Well! Go down the road and get your blinkin’ beans?

 Characteristic Mum.

Feisty, forthright, fun, foolishness intolerant – effanineffable* Mum ♥.

Note:

Nothing to do with the memory but one of the 50 words used:

* Effanineffable – a wonderful word constructed and used by T.S. Eliot in his The Naming of Cats:

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

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33. A lesson in perception (and marketing).

What is the difference between these 2 photos?

Two lots of beans:

In basket – priced at 1s 6d (abt 15c) per pound.

In hessian bag – priced at 1s (abt 10c) per pound

Customer: What is he difference between these beans and those ones?

Roger: Nothing, both came from the same bag.

Customer: Hmmph, I’ll take the quality (dearer) ones thanks.

Price drives perception!

Notes:

This was pre-1966 when decimal currency was introduced to Australia. It was then Pounds (£) Shillings (s) Pence (d) – a shilling converts to 10c.

And the higher price (50% higher) easily outsold the lower price. Take note discounters!!!

Oh!! The 2 photos of the Leaning Tower of Pisa are EXACTLY the same photo.

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32. Stocking the Fruit Shop means trips to the Big Smoke.

Outside Paddy's: I remember it as much more chaotic than this - inside it was bedlam.

Depart in dark for market to buy produce.

Haymarket.

Big men in long leather aprons, faces scarred, fingers missing, rolling smokes, – carrying sacks, pushing barrows,

Fast shouts of traders – buying, selling – language colourful.

A place for men …

I’m in big school!!!

Job done, truck full, head west – Roge ‘n me.

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