Late night customer service

Saturday night, very starving, convenient fast food joint across the road.
Forgetting the fact that the place was the doldrums and probably maintained the same level of hygeine of a used nappy, I was hungry so went to purchase some substance cunningly disguised as food.
As a waited for the greasy handed, hairnet-less, *cough* cheerful staff to prepare my meal, another customer, slightly worse for the wear comes in and is only physically able to order his meal by stabbing his finger blindly at a menu, my presumption being any movement of his mouth would result in a torrent of vomit flying out.
Next in (yes I did wait quite a while) was a couple of guys who clearly weren't at ease with our language. They managed to order the meal but forgot the magic word.
The stubby chav-woman behind the till glares, chewing her gum meaningfully (and loudly) and says 'Do you not say please?'
After some confusion the men repeat their order (and they are actually saying thank you) and again the response is 'Do you not say please?'
They look confused, bewildered and slightly worried to eachother, wondering what they'[ve done wrong and it would be blatantly obvious to anyone that they just didn't understand, it was clearly not the fact they were inpolite.
She has another try.
'In our country we say please, I take it you people have no manners? Well I'm not serving you'

Being in a retail occupation, this automatically put myself in the situation and I wondered what on earth the consequences would be if I'd have said that to a foreign customer.
This woman clearly has racism issues, especially considering the customer beforehand hadn't just refrained from saying please when ordering but hadn't said anything at all.
It seems that kind of thing is more acceptable at that time of night. Perhaps everyone was too drunk to care but I'd be sacked on the spot, possibly arrested and the company I work for taken to a tribunal and sued if I'd pulled a stunt like that.

Phew..!

The word hectic doesn't even begin to describe things of late.
In the time I've been away, things have been far from quiet, and to be fair, that's often how I like it.

I'm feeling a lot better than I was and am trying to bring things into some state of normality.
Fat chance, I'm still leaping all over the country to attend various hospital appointments and this reached a head right at the peak of my school year, when heckloads of coursework was due in.
Somehow, and unsurprisingly without the support of many school staff who's function and only function is to enjoy a little power craze (bless!), I scraped through this stressful period, made some damn good progress health wise and handed all work in on time, with higher grades than I expected.

Having been told my attitude to school was wrong, (having had the ordasity to be ill) and that I was going to fail if I didn't 'buck up my ideas'.
Well, excuse the impending immaturity, but razz, blah and two pointy fingers to you. You'd give better advice if you used your mouth for the speech function and not your arse.

I ended the week on stage playing a doddery old man (trousers up to the neck and braces to boot. Phwoar!) and the success of the show was a bloody good boost to the confidence.

So thank you to the people who did believe in me and did support me and you guys know who you are.