Posted on 08/06/2010 11:42:41 AM PDT by happygrl
What do you suppose the ethnicity/religion of the clerk was?
Rudyard Kipling
“Asian,” I’m sure. Dang Japs.
Engineer rhymes with beer.
Sad thing.
That shop needs to be closed.
And all the beer delivered to the Engineer.
I’d spit on the windows everytime I walked past that store.
I hope this soldier comes to own the store.
Yes that was exactly what came to my mind as well...why else would they have inserted that “pre-emptive strike” of a line.
At any rate what in the flip is this cashier citing as the “mistake”? I mean what possible reason would they have to think that someone in uniform should not be served? Somehow I bet it has less to do with a mis-understanding of some policy than some personal sentiment...maybe she has family on the other side in the war?
+1
I’d love to see the owners of that co-op come in the next morning and see the place stripped to the bones.
If they restocked it, I’d love to see them do it without one single customer taking advantage of it.
Not much makes me more angry than this.
They should just think of serving one’s country as an alternate lifestyle.
May the cashier be in dire need of some assistance on a long dark road
and find no one will help.
Burn the place to the ground.
He’s a sapper I hope he blows it up.
“New Alladin”
Religion of Peace.
The entire poem....
Tommy by Rudyard Kipling
I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it's “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it's “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they're starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they're goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”
But it's “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,
But it's “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it's “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it's Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
An’ Tommy ain't a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!
YOU may talk o’ gin an’ beer
When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere
Tommy begins.....
“I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die...”
The more things change the more they stay the same.....sad
I hear ya.
Nice...
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