This letter had me laughing out loud at 8 AM, alone in my room. Its a Virgin Air passenger (from India) complaining to the CEO about the flight food.
Here is the link- Virgin: the world's best passenger complaint letter?
and my favorite chunk of excerpt (its best if you imagine the Brit-Indian accent too)-
"I’ll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it’s Christmas morning and you’re sat their with your final present to open. It’s a big one, and you know what it is. It’s that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.
Only you open the present and it’s not in there. It’s your hamster Richard. It’s your hamster in the box and it’s not breathing. That’s how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this: [see image 3, above].
Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s more of that Baaji custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It’s mustard Richard. MUSTARD. More mustard than any man could consume in a month..."
Monday, January 26, 2009
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