No, Virginia, the etiquette is good, here. But it's different from Queen Victoria's wet dream of it. When Brits speak with traditional pomp and circumstance, it's as if she is staring at a poster of Michail Baryshnikov while working an extra large plastic vibrating John C Holmes with her right hand. And she would have dried up and scowled at the way people talk in my district.
Yet it is a civil slum I dwell in. Such as in a convenience store. And, as in all societies, nonverbal communications is just as beefy necked as the spoken word.
That latter item is best limited to primitive grunts and invectives, imperatives and vulgar common courtesies. We smile a lot. People open discourse with the word, "Gimme..." Sometimes it is to obtain a box of Kool cigarettes. Or cash from the cash register, and customers brandish a gun. The gun is communicative, in its oiled, spring operated argot.
But I am a spoken word maven. It's your inflections that sink or swim in the nattering, contentious water. And your duds. Oh so impactful. Get a pocket square. An ascot is nice. Good posture helps. Slouch like a street punk. People like that. Wear shades so it don't look like you're getting in people's business. People don't fucking like that. And don't explain things in detail. It fucks with people's head.
Soon as you've unpacked your pillow shaped luggage and get settled in, you'll want to refer back to this blog. I'm a road map into better human relations, here on the North Side. Welcome, influx.
Yet it is a civil slum I dwell in. Such as in a convenience store. And, as in all societies, nonverbal communications is just as beefy necked as the spoken word.
That latter item is best limited to primitive grunts and invectives, imperatives and vulgar common courtesies. We smile a lot. People open discourse with the word, "Gimme..." Sometimes it is to obtain a box of Kool cigarettes. Or cash from the cash register, and customers brandish a gun. The gun is communicative, in its oiled, spring operated argot.
But I am a spoken word maven. It's your inflections that sink or swim in the nattering, contentious water. And your duds. Oh so impactful. Get a pocket square. An ascot is nice. Good posture helps. Slouch like a street punk. People like that. Wear shades so it don't look like you're getting in people's business. People don't fucking like that. And don't explain things in detail. It fucks with people's head.
Soon as you've unpacked your pillow shaped luggage and get settled in, you'll want to refer back to this blog. I'm a road map into better human relations, here on the North Side. Welcome, influx.
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