Conversations with Cats: Cannibalism
Drogon: Saffy says you’re going to eat me.
(Flashback.) Saffy: She’s fattening you up to make you into a nice prosciutto.
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Us: Of course not. You know we have no culinary skills. Unless you count opening a can of cat food.
Drogon: You’re not going to eat me?
Us: Of course not. Give us a hug.
Drogon: Why not? Am I not fat and delicious enough for you? Maybe you don’t love me.
Us: You’re weird.
Saffy: Haha white meat.
October 10th, 2014 at 19:45
This is not related to the story but you wrote before about having an annus horribilis and I think I am having one. I understand you may have some connections at Globe and probably some folks at SM and I hope you could relay my story so that they could revisit the way they service their customers.
Just yesterday, we buried my Sister. Today, I decided to power through the pain and start managing the countless bureaucracies and painful bills that come with losing someone. Was innocently doing my groceries when I looked at my bag and noticed that my phone was no longer there. A few minutes earlier, I recall two ladies seeming to block my way, probably some attempt at misdirection. As soon as I found out, I alerted the supermarket security. Despite what I told them about the ladies, they refused to inspect the bags of people leaving the supermarket saying that it would constitute violation of privacy of the other consumers. This even as I got groped by their security personnel earlier and not counting the hundreds of times they got to first base with me before allowing me to enter their premises. I was in tears because more than the inconvenience, my phone had a lot of pictures, messages from friends and loved ones, memories that can never be replaced or retrieved. All they could do was have me fill out some form with no promises or commitments at all about any efforts they would take to look for my phone.
After leaving the supermarket, I went to the Globe office at SM Bicutan to have the SIM blocked. I was bawling my eyes out and clearly in distress but the attendant just gave me a number and had me wait for my turn. When my turn finally came, the personnel initially asked me to dictate but she may have gotten so tired from confirming my number that she asked me to write my number on a form even if I was already close to hysterics because of the seemingly endless parade of losses.
I just hope both companies could conduct some sort of sensitivity training. I understand they need to have rules to maintain order and empires to run but I wish they could do it in a humane and sensitive manner.