Of Being a Customer

 

This is a disturbed Deity trapped in a gigai on this blue green planet. I have been MIA as you earthlings wold put it for a while- for inexplicable reasons only known to me. I did manage to go back to my home universe albeit for a short time. I am glad that my daughter has been running things well in my absence. Why did I come back, you ask? Well this deity bent a few TSM rules- for the greenhorns that’s Time Space and Matter. Being a deity I am not allowed to break rules.

Anyway, that is the little news I brought from home for those who are cat curious about my UI. So what will I rant about today? American elections? Negative- deities and politics don’t mix. TICAD? Nope, I haven’t installed a consulate in Japan and versa vice or however you humans say it. Spate of earthquakes in East African region? Ahem I might have been slightly responsible for that. Emphasis on MIGHT. Rio Olympics? DILLIC?? Nope it is about a human phrase:

 

THE CUSTOMER IS KING

Yes I know that it is the customer who brings in the well needed money to run the ship. However unlike kings, not all the customers have infinite pockets apart from yours truly. Now what is my pet peeve this time? I heartily disagree with that statement- stick with me and don’t leave the page yet because if you do, the following makes you the quintessential paradigm.

Threat worked? Perfecto! Ever gone to an eating establishment more so the starred ones and notice how people gormandize, satiate, devour and engorge? I wouldn’t blame you if you thought that you,d been dropped off at the zoo during lunch hour. There are rodents who nibble, horses that pig down their food, pigs that horse down their food, mosquitoes and butterflies that suck using their proboscis, the pecking woodpecker, the picky feline, the all-nivorous bear that eats all and sundry, the panda that eats and then sleeps on the spot….. The list is as endless as the Insecta order.

So yes we all have that inner beast in us whether Venetian or Martian. However try to control that inner demo- ahem beast. Some ‘kings’ will eat like they are being chased by dragons, spilling food left right and centre. others leave 90% of the food on the plate as if they are damsels in distress, et al. Trust me, no one wants to eat your touched food especially not the FDA agents- both the literal and alternative agents. My advise eat like a king- a courteous dignified stately KING.

My second peeve is Smokers.

I place smokers in the same category as murderers, thieves and terrorists oh and doctors too. Yes, I have said it, now go swallow a blade and hang. You all know that smoking affects those near the smoker. Passive smoking is just as if not more dangerous than direct smoking. If you want to blacken your lungs I have no qualms with that but do it on a far way place, preferably Pluto and beyond. Before I forget, you’ll never see a terrorist walk up to you and casually ask, “Hey mate, might you be having an IED or a few hand grenades on you?” My point? Carry your own tools of trade for your vices. Meaning if you smoke carry your own lighter.

With those few sentences I am off to resume my hibernation until that friggin idiotic polar bear in the Equatorial region shall shut their deep freezer.

Written by your ever loving, Man of the People, Bender yet Follower of Rules & DUI, sleep writing deity

Deity of the Universe of Infinite