Your words. I quoted your words directly.
Well quote them now, again.
You don't address managers that way or people with seniority. You go for the young shop assistants. Those who cannot refuse and have to put up with whatever behaviour you display.
First lie: I don't "go" for anyone, unless I need assistance and ask the first available person, man or woman, young or old.
And that's what is telling with you.
It's your own "telling" that needs be examined.
Every single "story" we have been subjected to has been you targeting much younger women, in lower level positions in the course of their employ.
Lie 2: The Bank Teller was 45ish probably older....the old woman asking me to allow her in front of the queue as she only had one item was 70ish and had a walking frame. I believe I made that pretty clear. Desperation times Bells?
I have not changed my stance or argument about this paddo. At all. Not the first time you tried to argue about this crap, nor any time since then.
What you need to learn Bells, is that the extremes on both sides of the political spectrum, are just that extreme and mostly will be rejected.
And my stance on this will never change until I am confronted by anyone, male or female, young or old, that objects.
Is that why you don't refer to the manager as "love"?
Oh sorry.. "middle age boss"..?
When I have cause to need a manager, I'll address them the same way...but hold your horses, another story coming up!
You refer to men as "mate", which translates to someone on equal footing as you.. "Love", when you make sure to only target young women in lower positions of employment is demeaning and sets a particular tone. After you recounted your "excuse me love, where do you hide the extra virgin olive oil?" to the young shop assistant and everyone choked back their disgust, Wegs made a very apt point about your approach:
It's not day to day banter to sidle up to a young female shop assistant and ask her where she's hiding the "extra virgin olive oil". It's goddamn creepy when it's coming from a man of advanced years.
Lie 3:
Firstly there was no sidling up, secondly, she took me to where the oil was, without any problem, other then what you would like to think existed, to support your little futile crusade. Secondly, she was the only shop assistant within range .
She then followed it up with:
My only labelling of members on this forum are those arseholes that like to insult and preach, and those that debate with some civility and decorum and its a pleasure to debate with, even if in disagreement. Wegs is in the second category.
You deliberately chose to ignore her then, just as you are choosing to ignore the points in this thread.
I have not ignored wegs and have conversed with her twice from memory.
Essentially, you are stomping your feet and demanding that your frankly creepy behaviour is the norm.
Funny, that's what I believe you are doing...stomping your feet that is, along with some hand wringing!
And it's creepy because of who you target. Younger women who are not "middle aged bosses". Each story and boast, has been about young women who are not in any position of authority that you target with pet names.
Lie 4:
No one is ever targeted, and certainly no boasting, simply examples of everyday banter between people, men and woman, young and old, as opposed to your own crusade.
I said "probable" avoidance Bells. Answer, I'm not sure...depends on the circumstances and the degree of reaction.
Is using her name and treating her with respect that difficult for you? Or perhaps you'd feel embarrassed that you creeped her out that much? But you'll just keep doing it to other young women.
Lie 5:
Already answered. Perhaps you are going for a record?
Interesting choice of words.
Someone who is forced and is at risk of losing her job if she refuses, is not consenting. She's just forced to comply or risk becoming unemployed.
Is it? Nonsense again, and since you were not there, you have no idea of anything other then what I have told you, and even then refuse to get it right.
Most recent interaction....
Stopped buy a Police breathalyser yesterday morning.
30ish something female Officer and young male Officer, asked me had I been drinking.
Me: Last drink Christmas day mate and just a belly full of kava last night: Female Officer: What's kava mate?
Me: It's a local traditional Fijian drink but its not alcoholic Luv.
Her: [smiling] OK, what I want you to do is count to ten through this detector.
ME: dua, rua, tolu, va, lima.[counting in Fijian] Her:[laughing] On your way, a zero reading, take it easy.