There is a food market close to Waterloo station south bank side. We were there the other day with the girls, got a pizza for the kid, wife and I decided to eat sausages. I got to the stand, girls waiting at a table, and bought two sausage plates. Back at the table, wifey say, "what's that, I asked for a hot dog". "Okay then" back to the sausage stand.
A long introduction I know and none of it really matters but just a bit of a setting the scene. Anyway, I get to the stand and me and the guys that works the stand have this amazing conversation;
Me: Excuse me, I just bought 2 plates from you but my wife would rather have a sandwich. Please can you sell me a bun?And then, he comes up with the legendary mother of all excuses:
The guy: No friend, sorry can't do
Me: Why not? it is easy, take my money, give me a bun
The guy: I can't, the buns and the sausages are all counted for, they need to go together
"I just work here."Now, for some it may be the lamest excuse that people use to get out of various situations. But I think it is quite a loaded phrase.
It is a cocktail of one part helplessness, one part despair, a touch of fury and a sprinkle of self loath.
What the guy was actually telling me was;
"I know what I am telling you is total balls but I have no power to change the outcome."Well, I just write here.