Receptionists should up their etiquette game

There are usually a few incidents enough to get my nerves frayed. We live in a staunch capitalist nation; everyone is smart, busy and vulgar. I totally expect that. Little irritants like that uncouth neighbor who poured dirty water through my open window, to that foul-mouthed tout who tried to swindle me fare balance are just the little offences I expect, to make me fume silently under my chest on a typical weekday.

But what annoys me the most is getting that objection from persons who are in their position to serve me. I just can’t swallow the gripe from receptionists who have that job courtesy of my need to get their attention and politeness.