“Can I please have a cup of tea?” She addressed the waiter at the cafe. She was raised to always be proper and polite, it was the British way. She had always lived her life like this. She smiled and waited patiently for her tea.
“Thank you so much for your time” she said to her colleagues, both of whom were being paid for their time. It was only proper to thank them for doing their jobs, not everyone in the organisation was capable of doing just that. She smiled and went back to work.
“Excuse me please”. She said to the teenagers who had stopped in the middle of the street to take a selfie. She remembered being young and having zero regards for the world around her. She smiled and walked on.
“No it’s fine” she said, as she ate the bland food that she did not order. It was the British thing to do, to accept the dish you’re served, regardless of whether or not you ordered it. She smiled and kept chewing.
“Go ahead” she said to the women pushing in front of the queue. A queue she had been waiting in for almost 30 minutes. They must be tourist, unaccustomed to British practice. She smiled as she watched the time pass her by.
“Of course” she said, what else could she say to constantly being a doormat. She smiled and lived on.
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