Thursday, 5 April 2012

5.4.12 The Art Of Conversation

The following are true accounts of recent exchanges.

Change

Interview between a Youth Worker and a young male.  The lad turned out to be more in need of help that could have been envisaged.  The one-to-one counselling session was designed to establish what his personal needs might be, and it would hopefully lead to help being provided for day to day living issues.  Here's a taste -

YW:  "How do you cope with change?"
Lad:  "I hate coppers, and 5p's are just as bad."

Priceless !

Work Colleague

TMWSC driving Junior to work.  Conversation in the car turns to one of his co-workers.

Junior:  "She comes to work dressed as a £10 whore."
TMWSC:  "What do you mean?
Junior:  "She wears massive heels, underwear hanging out and tons of make-up."
TMWSC:  "Does she need much?"
Junior:  "Well, she applies it with a roller . . . . "
TMWSC:  "But is she pretty anyway?
Junior:  "She looks like a foot."

What can you say to that?

Haircut

Old-school barber shop; TMWSC is sitting in the hot seat, and in conversation with the man with the clippers.


Barber:  "This one chap moaned once about me talking!  I heard from another customer that he'd apparently said the haircuts were all right, but that I talked too much."
TMWSC:  "Well you've got to say something, or it would be a bit odd."
Barber:  "I'd been cutting his hair for the thick end of thirty years, and that's all he had to say on the subject - that I said a bit too much!"
TMWSC:  "A bit of a Victor Meldrew, then."
Barber:  "Yes, exactly - he could certainly surpass for Victor Meldrew."

Wonderful word selection, eh?

Harassment

In the street, a woman in her forties has just left the shop, carrying a bag of groceries, and has to pass a group of kids, all boys aged 8-10.  The boys are studying to be hopeless cases by loitering, and learning how to wear hoodies and annoy people.  One lets out a loud wolf whistle . . .

9-year old:  "Ere darlin', fancy a shag?"
Woman:  "Obviously not - fuck off!  I'm not your mother!"

Touché

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