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Dishpig was yesterday Coffeepig as he manned the caffeine machine during the morning rush of wageslaves craving grind on the way to the grind. Dishpig has often wondered about the sign that appears on his forehead while at work in the service industry that says: “Please tell me about all of your problems, fears and insecurities. Failing that, please tell me about the boring minutiae of your day.” A middle-aged lady took up the offer yesterday announcing that she was off to the protest in the Melbourne CBD against the proposed workplace law changes.
Dishpig just grunted and stared at the milk jug but the lady was unstoppable. She was obviously one of the many consumers who automatically think that anyone working in the service industry is dumb, uninformed and ignorant. For this reason she started to tell Dishpig all about the proposed changes in simple language, using words with no more than two syllables. Indignant, Dishpig stared back at her and enunciated clearly (nodding head for clarity) “I know, I know,” but on she went. Trying desperately to get Dishpig’s simple mind to grasp these tricky concepts she appealed to its emotions. “You know,” she started, “these politicians give themselves a pay rise anytime they want but don’t care about the workers like you. You can’t trust these filthy politicians.”
Joke’s on her. There was nothing skinny about her large skinny “cuppacino” at all.
